Storm

Just sitting in my room listening to the rain and this is what I got..

I love the sound of the rain as it falls on my roof,
It's like it answers my questions when I'm looking for proof.
Proof that my minds as dark as this storm,
Looking for weakness to show it's true form.
And when it's upon me demanding the truth,
I stand up and face it, its gone in a poof.
As soon as it leaves me, I'm open again,
my only way out is this pad and this pen..

Reviews

[LoneWolf]

This makes me miss the rain, I know what you mean about it answering questions...