The Seasonal Construct Cup

April Prompt #9

Through the window pane the rain pours down
Drops that don't stop trickling and running
Flashing and smashing the thunder isn't subtle
Gusting winds makes trees bend beyond breaking points
Leaves blow and the sky goes deep dark and grey
Mixed with a hue of blue the colors run together
Catapulted booms cause me to feel doom
Dark and deep I weep within my broken soul
The rain shows pain that I hold in my mind
Causing fright at the sight of such a rage
Chaos inside that I hide unlike the rain that falls
With each puddle I learn to muddle through the hell
Behind the window I can cry and match the pouring rain
Each drop I reach for the answers that I seek
The splatter causes a clatter up inside my head
The way the ray of sunshine is missing
Feels like what I can't find in my mind
Trickles of water drips like the rips in my heart
Water pours from the sky a wonder like the third eye
Times like this inside my head surprises me that I'm not dead