Poem VIII.

The rain falls

Down outside;

Makes me feel down,

Like I'm done

With my work

For this world.

So I adventure

Into the next,

And watch the

Lightning bolts scar

Those who see them.

I hear the

Thunder, booming through

My ears repetively.

My ears barely pick up

The sound-

But I can hear it

Through my heart

Beating away.

As the storm fades,

I close my eyes

And count

Sheep, silently

Saying goodbye

To the world I own.

For, I, myself,

Am.....

The storm.