I sat at the top of a mountain looking outward toward the horizon,
Grey clouds were gathering in the distance,
A storm was brewing,
The storm was too far away to be concerned with,
So I went about my business as normal,
I looked out again after days have past,
The storm was growing nearer and larger by the day,
Still too far to worry about,
I continued about my usual day,
Time past and i forgot about the storm,
Figured it would pass over affecting nothing,
I was wrong,
The day the storm hit my life on that mountain was over,
As I was knocked from the summit into the deepest valley