As the rain comes down, I can hear the drops falling to the earth.
I feel the rumble of the thunder in my own body and see the bolt of lightning as it bridges heaven and earth.
Despite being inside, away from the storm, I cannot help but feel like I am still out in the rain.
The chaotic gloom outside reflects my unrest inside.
Each raindrop that falls is just another personal doubt; another misgiving.
Each thunder clap is my own raw emotion and frustrations trying to escape.
Each lightning bolt is the fire in my eyes, my own impulsive urges.
The longer I remain here listening to the storm, the harder it becomes to differentiate between the grey, swirling thoughts outside and the hectic, dark storm inside.