Rain go away

The calm after the storm
Is only calm besides the rage
That swelled the sea to violence.
In the night that settles
But does not rest
So many things have been lost.
And what is found is an absence
A wound, an abscess
A hole in the ground
Whose deep, dark hollow
Is filled with Nothing,
Unlike anything - so thick
And deep, and heavy and solid -
You can feel its silent empty
Presence in the air
Clinging to your bones
Like the ghost of something
Not even there
But it's silence, its stillness
Is as loud and clear
As the thunder that swore that
The storm
Was here.

Oh how it rained, and poured.
As if the sky had some frustration
Swelling deep in its chest of clouds -
An agonised torment it could not express
Darkening the pretty sur-face of sky.
And when the sun could bear to look no more
It withdrew and blinded its eye.
The fog of mist rolling through
Like a chariot pulling a train of clouded thoughts
Roiling and swilling the atmosphere -
Stirring the sea to disarray
And the titans inside her clashed and fought
For the sake of single clarity
To brush the tension away.
How the sky spilled and wrought
Tears like a weeping vein -
Struck by the slap
Of the best intentions
That threw all the chance in the fray.
And how the storm seemed
To struggle against its own swiping strength
In a wind that howled in pain -
Like a beast, a monster
Bowed down and broken before itself
Unleashing the outbreak of a world suppressed
And contained in its head.

How the water is so still
It seems
And the murky darkness
Like ink swirling
Sinking beneath
Never to be seen again, so hoped.
But like a smile
That hides it's teeth
A dangerous shadow
that hides in the light.
Returning within
Itself again
With no more
And no less
of a blight.
But harder
And darker
And less trusting -
Less open

The mouth of the tempest
Is shy.
How to express
The torment and stress
Of the weather
That lives under the skin
Of the sky.
We put up our shelters
We put up our tents
We shield ourselves from the rain
We shut our windows, and close
Our doors -
And hear only the sound of it drip-drip away
Only the lightening that cracks
On the frame
Only the crackle of our warm
Fireplace.
The wind is so lonely
It calls out in vain
The rain in its motion
Is trying to say
The lightening that tries
To connect to the world
So lost, and disjointed
So misunderstood.

Withdraw to the clouds
And never return
For the more that you try
That more that you'll burn
The very last bridge
To cinders and ash
So take one step back
And know
You were never ever
Made to pass.