the storm

Lightning flashes as I lay in my bed alone.

The sky isn't the only one who needs release.

Soft rain pitters against the window pane

as soft droplets hit my pillow.

The dark clouds churn their anger and frustration,

thunder rumbling low.

I try to stifle my own worries,

trying not to make a sound.

Racing thoughts in my mind as I lay,

hoping for sleep to quiet the noise.

The wind whispers it's concerns to me,

and I do the same.

I worry this is all it will be.

Just enjoying the company,

not looking to the future.

Different pages in the same book,

chapters apart.

On autopilot,

slowly going from day to day.

As much as I take comfort in the storm,

will the rain ever stop?

Will I be able to see the sun?

What if,

this all that I have?

Quickly going nowhere,

wanting to sprint forward.

I turn in bed as I pull the covers tightly around me.

I cannot watch the storm anymore.

I need to find the sun.

But what if,

all my searching leads me to nowhere?

What if the sun won't come out.

What if I don't find the answers I want?

Another tear hits my pillow

as I close my eyes and wish for sleep.

If only I knew we could weather the storm together.

The dark room begins to press in on me.

A familiar, almost comforting pressure.

I fear I will be stuck in the rain by myself.

Perhaps I should buy a new raincoat and just accept it.

Rain continues as I wish for sleep.