Blackened skies churn,
As crimson tears bleed.
Rain lashes, biting into my skin,
searing the air,
Howling my name.
The thunder roars,
The ground trembling beneath me,
Its voice rattling my bones.
Lightning strikes -
A burst of white fire,
Ripping the sky in agony,
As it resounds deep within me.
The air thickens,
Veiled in grey,
Dulling my mind.
The rain falls in torrents,
Shattering the sky,
My skin tearing
Beneath its fury.
The heavens shudder
In violent grief,
Splitting apart.
The wind whispers my name,
A flash - then silence.
The storm's breath stilled,
As if holding its breath,
Awaiting the rupture.
The storm releases -
Thunder cracks like bones,
Resonating in my soul.
Blinding light tears the horizon -
My cry escapes,
Fueling the storm,
My soul bared.
The storm is mine