The sky turned dark, a heavy gray,
My thoughts began to spin and sway.
Each raindrop a worry, a whispered fear,
Lost in the echoes, nobody near.
The thunder boomed, a hollow sound,
My restless mind, nowhere to be found.
A storm inside, a tangled thread,
Alone with worries in my head.
The wind it howled, a lonely cry,
As shadows stretched across the sky.
Each gust a memory, sharp and deep,
While silent tears began to creep.
The lightning flashed, a sudden fright,
Illuminating the endless night.
My heart beat fast, a drumming plea,
Just wishing someone was here with me.
The rain poured down, a steady stream,
Washing away a broken dream.
The storm raged on, both out and in,
Where does the healing truly begin?
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