It's not bright like other days
 Stormy afternoons are strange but tranquil
It feels like I have landed in some other century
I feel calm...my pain goes away
The music hits different
As I sit in dark...writing
There is something about them...I never undersand
I feel nostalgic...and I kinda love feeling that way
I miss someone really bad...I don't know it's whom?
But my heart gets overwhelmed, and it's not empty anymore.

Stormy afternoons are dark but most beautiful!
The storm and the roaring wind turns me brand new! 
But I am left wishing for it to return...
as the maddening sun comes out.