When the storm really hits it gets hard to tell

the difference between the rain and your tears

and then, of course, there is no difference.

The sky parallels your own apathy and breaks down

with you; it’s clouds shatter into millions of icy drops

that beat against the mournful trees and people.

Cleansing and pure and filled with cold indifference,

Like the awesome wrath of the ancient deities;

Crash on me now, pull me down and lift me up,

This moment is forever fleeting, eternally emotional.

Here in my own destruction I stand and cry

And nature bends its distant plans to my

Terrible sadness.

In that second I was everything, the whole world forced to witness

As I painted the new earth in deep mysterious strokes.