When I see the rain outside I think of serenity,
but then I see the lightning crackling across the dark purple sky,
And I remember my spurts of anger.

Then I hear the thunder rumble through my chest, shaking loose the things that have calcified into my ribcage.

Things I've tried to pry apart and chip away; the memories I've tried to rid myself of,

But I know deep inside my withering heart

That you were always the only storm
I wanted to be destroyed by.