I wait for a storm
To sweep me off my feet
Cradle me softly
Warm me with it's heat
I wait for a storm
To speak over the voices
Fill my ears with bliss
Smooth me with it's music
I wait for a storm
To relax my tense bones
Give me the rest I need
And the peace I've been shown
I search for that storm
Water droplets beating my back
I search endlessly
For the calmness I lack
I search for that storm
Those I love letting go of me
I follow the path of the rain
Leading me to where I should be
I search for that storm
Coming to places it might be
I continue my search
Walking helplessly
My toes become numb
And I shake from the chill
Yet I still search on
Giving all my free will
For a storm I'll never catch
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Inspired by echoes rainfall. My next poem will be inspired by echoes don't let me go. I love her, her music gets me through shit.
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