longer.blue

There is a storm brewing. I hear it creeping over the horizon, Filling my ears with the sound of distant thunder. I can almost hear the patter of raindrops skipping atop the ocean. But my body and mind refuse to move me. I bask in the glowing sun's reaches among the sands, And I think nothing of the withering sky. Until I open my eyes sometime and can no longer see her light. The clouds engulfing the world, Swallowing me whole, And leaving me among the battering rains. I'm not confused. I never was.