Ive been so used to the storms,
To the rain, and thunder, the hail and sorrow, it is all to familar to me.
Ive been so used to the storms,
That when its sunny out, its queer to me.
I am so used to the storms,
That ive allowed most happy moments slip away from me.

My intuition screams that a storm coming, but i dont think i can survive it this time.