Storm in my Soul S. Cat May 30/04 Racing out into the evening, charged emotions Gentle winds blow hair in swirls across my nape Low dark clouds, angry, hang ominous above me Distant rumbles break the silence of the night Walking, unaware of the portents of danger Needing the release of mindless wandering Past the point of caring, heedless, heartsore Walking, thinking, contemplating, deciding Black mood matches the darkening skies The storm in my soul, coupled and mated To the storm of nature raging all around me Fierce wind whips tendrils of hair in wild abandon Black skies open up, sheets of cold hard rain Beat down, pounding my skin like wet bullets The fierceness of the storm, matters little now Cold, shivering, soaked, drenched to the skin Thunder reverberates through the bleakness Lightning brilliant and startling, flashes overhead The crashing and crescendo of the fierce storm Echoes all around me, ferocious and frenzied Sidewalks are turned into running rivers of rain Sloshing through the ankle deep cold waters Blackness engulfs the night as streetlights die Eerie shadows seem to sway on the horizon The night seemingly designed with me in mind Sentiments expressed by nature echo within me Fury, fierceness, turbulent, savage, untamed Needing to seek shelter, a haven from the storm Standing beneath and betwixt the evergreens Sheltering below their overlapping branches Not a total obliteration of the torrential rains Yet a partial lessening of the fierce onslaught Watching the magnificence of the storm rage Howling, swirling, pounding, crashing, tempestuous Seeing the fierceness of it taper then dissipate As the rain washes away the storm in my soul.