A boy on his balcony, fixed in his chair
At the bottom of a mountain
Looked at the sky
clear, yet so grey
For a little rain, he did pray
As the clouds can’t bear this weight
Empathetic with the clouds he once hated
And the thunder that the clouds created
In a flash, As it rips their sky
Strikes so deep sometimes
Leaving nothing but, terror and screams
But that constant wind, pushing the rain
Like the one in him
but the tempest within
outweighs the weight in that cloud
With a peal of thunder, falls a tear
Breaking the chair
Freeing him, as he flies into that infinite sky
Leaving the chasm of misery