The sky is a very ominous sight

It’s still ……dark

What silence and noise are quietly deafening

The ground and everything is wet

The fence is knocked down

You can hear the thunder rumble, sounding so close

The light show in the sky within the clouds

It’s beautiful in its own way

Grays mixed within black

A pop of pink and purple peeking through too

As is with depression it’s always gloomy and stormy

some days better than others when those pinks and purples pop through it can be a great day even in the darkest of moments

As the storm brews

The booms lightening strikes

The clatter of bowling pins falling down

Is the rumble of the thunder