Thunder, Lightning, Rain

Lightning strikes from a cloudless sky,
and earthquakes tear asunder
all our carefully laid plans.
Then comes the rolling thunder,

stripping us of fantasies,
and washing away dreams,
while obstacles like highrises
dam our teary streams.

Why should I keep on going?
Why is it I cannot
exchange the disappointments,
when what should be is not,

for the fantasies and promises,
the dreams that I once had?
I just want to run away.
Just to escape the bad

that seems to lurk all around me;
I keep praying for the rain
to wash away the thunder,
the lightning, and the pain.