When rain descends, my spirit sighs,
But thunder's roar, it fills the skies.
A bolt, a crack, a sharp surprise,
Like pain that seeps, and never dies.
Branches of lightning, they dance and sway,
Just like the ache that won't go away.
"It hurts my ear," the heavens say,
Echoed by the heart in disarray.
Oh, the fear, like thunder's might,
Matches the pain within, so tight.
"It's scary," cries the stormy night,
As the heart weeps in silent plight.
The threat of death, it looms above,
In thunder's wrath, in pain, I'm shoved.
"It may kill us," whispers the dove,
In the silent plea of unspoken love.
In the quiet, death's embrace draws near,
In thunder's echo, whispers fear.
"May it take me," my silent plea,
While the dove prays, "Save, set free."
So similar, yet worlds apart,
The sky's turmoil, the wounded heart.
In storm and pain, we find our art,
A dance of souls, torn apart.
Wrote something after so long