What Weather! (Pain Passed Part 2)

The light bulb of the storm 

Reigns The dark sky over

Flickering and crackling In its form 

It’s overused than Broken moreover 

 

The pain flows out in blood

From the very veins 

The pain flows out in a flood

From the very rain 

 

For that very same reason, they share 

The heart and the sky cry together 

And the world exclaims “What weather!”.