The Never-ending storm

Pulling my covers tight,
as i lay in my bed,
watching the raindrops fall,
out of my window,
into my head.
Into my thoughts,
thinking when they will be through.
But a wind came blowing,
blowing so strong,
it seems i never knew.
My feelings grew stronger, as i continually stared,
out the window.
The wind whistling.
The rain pouring down.
My thoughts grew larger.
Thunder began to come into sound,
and the lighting began to catch my eyes.
But still i constantly stare,
at what seemed to be,
a never ending rainstorm.
As the wind blew slower,
no thunder to hear,
the lightning and rain,
suddenly dissapear.
My eyes yet never closed.
They only grew.
As i realized the storm,
was you.

By: Erica Allemang