Wind howls, tornados swirl.

Lightning flashes, thunder roars.

Trees snap, people fly.

“You said you wouldn’t leave!”

“You promised!”

We stand in the middle of the winds.

Amongst the calmest of the storm.

Muted screams, deafening cries.

A tear shed, raindrops fall.

“Where are you?”

“Why did you leave?”

He stands, raindrops in his eyes.

Muddy colored eyes like the wet ground.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

We step away from each other,

and into the roaring storm.

Flying debris scratches at them.

The wind claws at their clothes.

“Every tear you shed sparks a fire in my chest,” he claims.

But you can’t start a fire in the rain.

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(Also would like to think the wonderful Shadow Mind 🖤, since he gave me the idea for the storm. Go check out his crazy cool writings! For finding my inspiration on this piece, go to his writing; “Promise”.)