RainThere's a rainstorm that begins in our chests.More Like This
It travels through our veins like anesthesia,
Down our arms and out of our wrists and throats.
And as the storm clouds rise,
Rain coldly caresses our skin.
Thunder roars in our hearts,
And black clouds fill our minds,
Until lightning pierces through them,
Forcing back the darkness and setting fire to the sky.