It was a random stormy night
Both around and within
A heavy gush of white wind
Cracked the frail opening.
She carefully gathered the broken
pieces, but it didn’t matter
Cause the white wind was too cloudy
To decipher how tightly she held it in.
Just when she began to give into the clouds
And let the wind take her
She heard a familiar voice call out
Asking her to snap out of it.
She stared, bewildered
Not knowing what to say
So she chose silence
As always.
She broke down softly
But never completely
Cause that day was more tiring than usual
To pick up after herself.
So she sat there unable to move
Or speak or even think.
The voice began speaking again
Telling her things she never knew
She slowly got up, haze clearing
And tuned in a bit more.
The night stretched,
The cloud lifted,
Her eyes were slightly clear.
She didn’t know when the storm stopped
But when she looked out,
All she saw, was the rain drops.
