A Storm Is Coming

"Hey, look a storm is coming!"

My sister screamed with excitement

I let the sudden gust of wind blow my hair

Away from my face so pale.

Cold, cold wind, still warmer

Than what a few people have been to me.

I look wide out of the window

I let specks of dust into my eyes,

I've let worse into my head.

The roaring winds outside

Sympathize with the stillness within,

The thunder growls to break

This deafening silence in vain.

Just like every dull numb day

Brings a tempest in a while,

Hear, hear I say,

A storm within is coming in style.