Storm

So this poem reminds me of summer, and I really miss summer right now. I was thinking of summer when I wrote it. Everyday this past summer, I'd lay on my dock at my cabin and watch the sky. It's really cool, because you can literally watch the clouds and see storms coming and going. In this poem, however, the storm is a metaphor for kind of a dark period. Like sometimes you can tell you're not going to be happy for a while, but there's nothing you can do about it. Anyway, here is is:

Storm

I watched the storm approach
Laid on my back and stared
At the dark clouds of gloom inching closer,
Blackening with rage

There was no point
In running
The rain would catch me fast
To hide was only vain
The winds would tear and rip
The storm would uproot all that was safe
The clouds would block the sun
My only hope

Wait it out
And so I laid and stared
As the clouds inched closer still
Bruising the sky
Bruising the sun
The storm came.