I used to like thunderstorms.
The whole process.
The contrast of the dark sky
with the bright green trees.
How the rain drops start slowly
Spread out and random
Then all at once.
Thrusting it’s winds through the trees,
Making a beautiful passionate mess.
Until all you think about is the rain
Because,
That’s all that you’re surrounded by.
That’s all you can
See, Hear, Feel.

But lately my thunderstorms
Look different.
There is no contrast anymore,
It’s all gray.
The rain drops just come down,
No warning, no transition.
The winds feel too forceful,
Unnaturally overpowering.
Until the mess feels unfixable.
And all I can think about is the rain
Because,
That’s all I’m surrounded by.
That’s all I can
See, Hear, Feel.