Grey 
breaks through
the
blue,
a storm
is coming
again.
It’s here
with
it’s 
rolling clouds
and 
booming thunder,
I never
see it
coming.
I’m trapped
under
the downpour,
rain puddles
form
at
my feet,
I’m drowning.
All consuming
is
the storm,
unstoppable
is it’s
influence.
This storm
is 
just as
painful
as
the others
were,
but this
time
I am
not
in
the storm,
I am
the storm.