Lightning is crashing,
what does it hold?
Wind howling around us,
our future's being told.
Thunder so loud,
it could break us apart.
Raining down buckets,
covering tears threatening to start.
The storm rages on and on,
but how will it end?
A shattered heart on the ground,
or does true love transcend.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Halitus, in the year 611 AD.