“Darker, darker, grow darker”

I whisper to myself as I see the storm clouds gathering. Temperature slowly dropping.

“Thunder, lightning, lash out your fury, rain… rain hard, and rain strong”

My heart wishes to hear your pain and anger so that I may know that I am not alone.

I want to dance in your rain, to wash out the tears streaming down my face, washing away the pain.

Can you do that?

Wash away this pain with your downpour?

My chest feels heavy already, can you take away all this pain? I don’t want to give up yet, but the pain is too much take in, wash it away.

“Gather fast and strong, darker and darker”

Should I be patient? Should I be the one being strong? Shall I wait for the sun to break out and make it all go away?