You can tell when something is on the horizon
Whether by sight or by feeling

The way the wind blows onto your face
The way the clouds rocket across the sky
in red pockets of atmosphere

You can smell it before it comes
Miles away
In a distant land

The storm is coming
and it's course will never change

It will come
against your will
it will come

Either you drown in the floods
or strive to survive
floating on the debris of your once perfect life

I know these storms too well
The horizon is not as far as it seems