The rain keeps coming in waves
Of chill and desolate tones
Darkness keeps coming back
Though I chase the clear day

Lightning strikes keep coming
Each time, I think I’m free
It reverberates back to me
Leaving me cold inside

I’m left shocked, each iteration
As the dark clouds keep gathering
No matter how much I crave the
Peaceful sky

I’m left shell-shocked
Cold and feeling disjointed
Each time the rain comes
I’m left a little more dead inside

Standing there wondering
Will it ever pass?
Craving the warmth of the sun
Yet, in that moment, empty
And alone

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe