A storm is brewing,
Hide while you can,
As for me, I am the storm,
A dangerous one,
You hear about me,
And are fearful,
But I know what I am,
And that's something that is misunderstood,
You have given me a crown of rain,
That pours down my head and makes a mess,
It mixes with my tears,
So you cannot tell which ones are mine and which ones belong to God,
I am the winds of the past that come back to haunt you,
And the dust of suffering that you choke on,
And while everyone worries about the person who is choking,
No one cares about the object doing the choking,
The bigger they are the harder they fall,
When I fall, it will be by my own doing and no one else's,
Because no mortal can control me,
That fate rests in my hand,
But why do I feel like I am exactly what you call me,
When I fall the ground will shake and the Earth will split,
And humankind will be crawling on the ground begging me for mercy,
But I will be gone,
In time, I will get tired of sending out the same signals,
Signals that destruction will come,
And no one catching on,
And then when it does come they ask pointless, answer less questions about how it came to be,
And I will sit and chuckle as my storm fades, Never will another storm be like it, So every storm you see, Know that it is beautiful,
Because a storm is only scary if you think it is,
And a storm may not be controlled by you but in this world nothing is anyway, So capture it with your mind, Know what is beneath the daunting cover,
And know that every storm is not as dangerous as you think,
Pay attention to clues,
Clues of actual destruction,
So when it comes,
And it will,
You know how it came to be.
