Upcoming Storm

The storm and the rain
Cannot erase everything
Anymore including the strain

On us. It cannot simply fling
Away the anger and mud.
Every drip and drop cannot cling

Onto my skin. The big flood
And tears will never stop coming.
Every full and half opened bud

Are in bloom. We are humming
That stupid tune and song
On repeat. Nothing is numbing

The coldness. The huge throng
Of people is lessening as the storm
Is coming, but I am walking along

It, welcoming it with warm
And open arms. Let me feel
And touch it all. Let the swarm

Take over. Let me kneel
On the soaking wet ground
And let everything heal

Every single wound.
Every bad thought is washed
Away as I get lost in every sound.