A gentle smile to shroud the lightning
My face must never forebode
The pounding thunder within me
While my heart is lost in melancholy eyes

Tomorrow's a new day, a new day of
Hope and wonder!
Under the stars and
Now in the clear view
Down the street
Everyone so quiet ---
Remember we're all in this together!

Muted lightning flies
Thunder rumbles close behind
Torrents of raindrops

i am thirsty for
all your blood, milk, and honey
sweet and thirst quenching
like a mosquito
let me seep into your veins
and take everything
you have to offer
thunder rolls above
a sweet death kiss waits for you
trust me, not clickbait

The sky is crying,
So am I,
The anger and the tears,
Burried deep inside me,
Like rain, in a beautiful cloud.

Well you see the thing with rain is,
once it starts it also stops,
mostly quick after,
Luckily for us.

In that respect,
Humans are just like clouds,
We cry,
Stop,
Leave,
And repeat.

But when you're finished raining,
The worst is yet to come.

They say that after rain,
There's a ray of sunshine.

But what if the sunshine never came,
If the clouds decide to stay.

If there is only anger,
And the clouds won't go away
Then you get only thunder,
The anger of the sky.

Thunder claps before the lightning strikes.
At least it did for me, and I learned
how a storm can be a beautiful thing.

The sprinkling rain
felt like kisses on my cheek.
Flutters came along after,
and swept me off my feet.

Everything felt better in the rain
that flooded past my ankles.
Even if it resulted in a sprain
it was still worthwhile.

The thunder was so vibrant,
I wanted it to last forever.
I thought it would have been nicer,
but the thunder was the tip of the iceberg.

After the thunder was over
I had no time to waste.
I tried dancing alone in the rain
and jumped from puddle to puddle.

It just wasn't the same.

When the lightning struck I was lost,
determined to make things work,
I stood tall on the perilous ground.
I would stay until things cleared out.

I refused to let this time be like all the rest!
I wanted to pass the test with flying colors
but I lost myself trying to impress others.
I was stuck in a downpour for what felt like forever.

I let the lightning strike me
but I made it out alive.
I'm smiling up at the sky, in the sunlight
that's peaking out at me.

A storm is a beautiful thing.