The Tempermental Tempest

An ever-changing storm cloud

Never stepping from its path

Continues to keep us in the dark

As we’re stricken by its wrath

But as all majestic tempests

It rarely ever lasts

Yet even when it’s dead and gone

You can see it through the cracks

You yearn and long to catch it

To pull it from its course

But once you finally grasp it

It seems too great a force

You shake out your umbrella

And you take a step inside

Wet cheeks the only sign left

Of the storm that passed you by