The rain pounds- endless taps upon my windows. A rising storm. I feel it in my bones.
The wind picks up- carries a secret message for my ears alone. A rising storm. I feel it in my bones.
The sky flashes- brilliant streaks of gold and silver. A picture for my eyes alone. A rising storm. I feel it in my bones.
It falls- the rain. It falls, washing away my fears and my lies. All that's left is I - the shadow - the start of it all.
This storm, it's coming. I feel it in my bones.
