Weatherman
Lightning is slight when compared to his thunder
Inducing the scars as the hailstorm descends
AS the forecast decays into nothingness under
Umbrellas of heartache still making amends
The Weatherman strikes when it least is expected
Protected by flimsy shells, broken defense
He leaves pain, internal, that can't be detected
Except by the heart that bears crumpled pretense
Reigning, his rain burns the soul yet unscathed
Raising Hell and high water, untamed elements
And the snow will subside if you simply behave
Comply or the cruelest of fates will commence
Eyes shrouded by clouds, apathetic they wait
AS the sun is expelled from the grief-shaken sky
they realize some day, but by then it's too late
Nothing remains but the time racing by
As the screen fades to black
...The temperature drops...
......And he's left you frozen......