Thunderstorms

I look up at dark skies wondering

when did the clouds roll in?

I look down at the brown grass wondering

When did it die?

I look over at a tree and wonder

how does it continue to grown?

I walk back inside this house looking for all the love that awaits me.

However, the one love I long for, is no longer home.

All I can do is sit and think...

Sit and think...

Midnight rolls in and you stumble in.

I see it in your eyes, and I know.

Difficulty is lurking,

The succubus lays low.

The stale smell of chemicals which stain

Your clothes are only red flags.

Then I know there's a storm coming.

I only hope for the rainbows that follow.