For the storm i'm in,

the sky feels empty, even with clouds.
the sun isn't warm, even while beating down.
yet i'm cold, and translucent wherever i go.
your voice is the thunder that wakes me in a storm, and it's still ringing though the rain has passed.
i never thought i'd need an umbrella,
i had you to shield me from the dampening skies.
i'll still never dry if i were to spend countless days not thinking of the sun.
it's hard to decipher it just yet,
but the calm before the storm doesn't exist,
there's never going to be one when it's all rendered.
i don't want to hide from the storm if that means i'll stay from you.
but i can't find a cloud that's no longer gray.
maybe this lightening will untangle our winds,
but i've learned to not count on faulty weather predictions.
i can't see when this rain will stop,
but i know i'll be left jumping into the puddles of the next storm.
i'll still stand here waiting for the clouds to clear,
these raindrops just aren't falling into my hands.