By the window
Under a purple sky,
I thought I saw a shadow,
But then the lightning
Cracked across so bright.

Music in my ears
Singing about stars and death,
Maybe the rains are my tears
And thunder is the sound
Of my heart break.

Another white flash
I look at it lash,
The song now is
About a lonely heart,
I feel myself cringing,
Maybe falling apart.

An uneven poem
Piling up my emotions,
I'd really rather throw them
But I'm not yet insane.

Maybe the rain stopped,
I pause the music;
I was wrong,
The rain falls on.

If the rains are my tears,
Then the lightning
Is the brightness,
That only leads me into
Darkness.

The storm on its own-
My deepest, darkest fears;
If rain does not stop
Neither will my tears.