Storms are good
They bring life to dying wildlife
Will it do the same to me?

Storms are loud
They wake me in the night
Flashing light in the covered windows
Shocking me into reality

They are vicious
Sideways Winds whistle their secrets
To oblivious ears
Will they take me as their victim?

Let them take me
My reality is not valuable
To anyone.
Electric power seizes
Leaving me with darkness and intrusive thoughts.

Summer starts to end
So does my happiness
Heavy clouds cover the warmth
That I relied on
To keep the depression at bay.

Days and days pass
No relief to speak of
Storms unwilling to leave
Like a toxic partner
Standing by the open door.