Why does the rain and the storms call me so
Why do I yearn for their presence
Am I recharged, do I just need it
For the strength, for the power inside
I can\'t plug in to this society anymore
I can\'t relate to the lacking in this world
Am I the alien now, do I no longer belong
A quietly fading remnant of the past
I\'ve been watching, and wanting
I\'ve been hoping, and pleading for it
A great storm, turbulence, torrents
To remind me of the fortitude that once was
The awe of a rolling grey cloud
The wash of cold air flowing
Stark flashes of raw energy
And the crashing aftermath of sound
It\'s all I have left amongst these ruins
It\'s all that I can hold in reverence
Against the backdrop of absurdism
Of a dying system, that once was the storm
I don\'t need to prevent it, to stop it
I don\'t need to run from it\'s ferocity
I just need to be in it\'s presence
Overwhelmed by, and greatful for
It\'s really the condition of a now empty world
It\'s really my reaction to those embracing it
To those foundation-less inheritors
Of the once, and of the future