The Storm

The rain is coming down It’s pouring like a faucet from the sky Beating on the metal roof To the point where nothing can be dry I walk to the window that reveals the storm Droplets pounding on the dirt road Turning it into a sea of mud It seems as if the sky is going to explode I can feel the passion of the storm in my bones The clatter drowns out every other sound I can barely hear myself think It feels as if I could drown I can barely see out of the window Blurring my vision of the world When the wind suddenly picks up, The trees seemed to be hurled These sounds are so comforting It brings me peace as the steady flow Then it starts to decrease And the fiery passion starts to slow