Storms

Emotional tempests are unleashed in my veins
everyday.
Sadness is a drooling, drenching rain
Cold pellets of tears drizzle down my brain.
Anger is an erupting volcano, my heart bleeds a red heart glaring lava.
Despair and fear, both a rumbling disturbance take the form of thunder.
Happiness is a sweet breeze arousing a blizzard of petals so suave.
Passion, a vortex, a whirling mass of pieces of you.
The storms.
Soul altering.