The soft sound of the rolling thunder,
The astonishing light show of lightning on a distant shore,
The calming, peaceful noise of the tide as it rolls in, only to be ****** back into the ocean.
The dark clouds will eventually be left behind,
And as they pass, they grant peace of mind.
The steady wind, that isn't cold, but still leaves me chilled.
Reminds me that I'm not dreaming, but awake, and unfulfilled.
This is somewhere everything seems like it could all be okay.
And it will, one day.
It's almost relaxing watching a storm,
You start to think about everything that keeps you warm.
The ones you love, and why you wake up everyday.
But that could all change, and who's to say.
Nothing in life is constant,
and we all need our respondent.
A way to get rid of what's eating us alive,
Throw out all into the open,
Let it sink deep beneath the ocean.
Don't let your problems decide who you are,
Otherwise you'll end up afar.
You won't see the lightning,
Or hear the thunder.
Nor feel the wind, but be cast asunder.
For you will become the storm,
In every way, shape and form.