Storm

Layers and layers of cloud Fill the sky to the brim Just as thoughts of you Fill my mind. The fact that no matter What I do, Or what I say, Nothing will change your feelings. Deep, heather gray clouds Blow in with the occasional gust. I smell the rain brewing, But do not care. Water falls In sheets, And I am soon blanketed In rain, and Grief. The drops hit my cheeks, And burn as they slide down. Forming behind my eye Is a different kind of drop. It escapes, Runs its course down my cheek, And trickles around the Ridges of my mouth, Leaving a salty taste. As the tear hits the ground, A blast of thunder sounds- Heartbreak.