The Storm In Her Mind Poem by William Mowell

The thunder grabs her soul
The lightning cuts a hole
Thoughts in her lonely mind
Brought on by bending pine

The rain, like bullets cutting the air
The wind, like a flame thrower, a deadly pair
For a brokenhearted woman that can't hang on
To a man thats already moved on

Love clouds her vision
While he's on a mission
Another whore, another town
She's left with the sound

Of the thunderstorm in her mind
She's ignoring all the signs