Collection of the dark days

The stories in storms

Have you ever stood
In a rain storm?
When it's falling like
Bullets from a gun
When it feels like
It's ripping at your skin
When you can breathe
Because you feel alive
Whilst doing nothing
You can tilt your
Head back & feel it
Tearing at your face
Tearing at your place
Planted in the ground
Where you don't need
To think
You can just breathe
You can just let yourself
Get washed away in
The noise & the feeling
Of a storm