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