The Storm

The window's incessant rattling  
percolates slowly up through layers of willful unawareness  
"fuck, the storms getting worse. Why didn't I close the shutters?"  
Comfort, my book, and the overstuffed chair all but forgotten,  
I peer uneasily at the threatening sky  
Faces of friends I've lost seem superimposed on the looming clouds  
Why does the storm bring so much loneliness?  
Why do I hear the echoes of all I've lost within the howling gale?  
Standing there, chasing the memories,  
something touches my heart,    
touching parts of me long forgotten  
The storm! The storm is screaming her loneliness!  
and no one can feel her pain  
How long, how many eons has she lived alone?  
Her pain mirroring my own, her rage so like my own  
During the summer, after the ugly separation,    
I would cry myself to sleep to the sounds of gentle rain  
The storm weeping her sadness gave me comfort and peace  
With that realization I walked outside into her fierce fingers of fate  
and spread my arms wide yelling "you are not alone anymore!"  
I have no idea how long a stood in the storm's embrace  
I could have been a night or all eternity, idk    
Shivering, tired, bare feet frozen stiff,  
I slowly made my way inside under clearing skies  
Sipping coffee as the sun washed shadows from my mind  
I knew I would never be the same again  
as I knew I would never feel alone ever again