When The Storm Comes... Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

When the storm comes symbolic rain pouring in my head
Water drops angrily splatters on a car windscreen clouding the vision of what we see ahead
Winds of confusion muster ferocious waves of feelings and sprays of discomfort
Tempest, cyclone mixes emotions blending bewilderment with its dark clouds
Stepping outside the invisible force of nature makes each step of progress heavy and hard
The wet and the cold reminding you are alive each chill the awkwardness of despair
Puzzlement in natures ore, weather matching the turmoil of reality
When the heavens open and the skies descend remember with relief that storms don't last forever
Sometimes we must walk through the storm to get to brighter days
When the storm comes don't hide or run away just dance into the unknown in the knowledge of what follows