Sigmatic Lament

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