It never storms when you want it to,
At most it slips quietly away into a cold, harsh rain
Because you are never graced with rage,
But you are burdened with despair,
And though thunder begs to leap from your lungs,
The tears choke it back down to nothing,
Nothing but a desperate silence.
And though you hope for rainbows,
The tears come too heavy, too thick,
The world exists as a cruel distortion,
And all you can hear is the deafening sound of your rain,
But then the silence hits you,
But the sun doesn't shine down on you
Because your sun doesn't shine.
And then the thunder storm comes,
Though you tried not seek it out,
The thunder is no longer choked out of your body,
And the lightening shines white hot and angry in your eyes,
And you revel in your wrath
Because your sadness gave way to rage,
And in all of its perverted glory, you desired it.
Because you've forgotten about the rainbow,
Because you've forgotten about the sunshine.
