In the storm I find myself alone.
Awakened by its restlessness,
I am only left to ponder.
And yet there alone and afraid in darkness I think of all the meaningful relationships I have.
Leaving me forsaken in the storm.
To hear it crash and pour.
To see it light up.
Outside my window it corners me.
And as I am isolated
I see myself in the storm.
I am humbled as I find myself alone in a disturbance of the normal condition of my world.
Manifesting itself by winds of unusual force and direction, as its accompanied by rain.
In this torrential down pour I see myself, and I find myself.
BearCat 