Thunder, rain, lightning—unsettled.

Commotion, noise… shhh, be quiet.

Drip drop, drip drop—it don’t stop.

Gloomy and cold, no sun.

Alone, no comfort—run.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

After the storm, please—no more rain.

I thought I moved along,

but my head—it spirals some more.

The wind, it blows and blows with no control.

Chaos the wind creates—

I clean the mess it makes.

With nowhere to g...