Storms

The only thing that I can write up right now that doesn't feel copied or fake. 

The sky was dark, heavily clouded with the impending storm. The wind was starting to pick up and I could smell the rain. Five minutes, tops before the downpour came. Standing where I am, the land spreads out before me like a quilt. I know where I have come from and I know where I am headed. I tip my head back, close my eyes, and allow the fresh air to wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I let my thoughts wander. The pain is almost overwhelming, but I can’t let go now. I can’t be seen with my guard down. The thunder rumbles deep above me and I can feel it in my bones. My eyes open and the rage of white-hot lightening cuts across the sky, reminding me of why I am here. The first few rain drops begin to hit the ground, washing away the memories of this place. I only know one thing- a storm is brewing. Not only out here on the hillside, but in my soul.