Thunder Poem by Twilight Whispers

The thunder crashes above my head,
so loud and haunting,
threatening to rain down and shatter my hope.
As I sit here, covering my ears from the noise,
I long for you to be beside me,
to confort me and talk to me.
Maybe the thunder is your way of saying,
'Enough! I've had enough.'
and that you'll slip away from me as easily
as the water runs through the puddles and down the streets,
rushing and gushing as fast as it can to get
into the safety of the drains.
Maybe it's a sign that you're better off without me,
and that I am better without you.