Atahuallpa

Grey sky is all i see out of my window, The blackness of it all hides the sun, The wind blows the song of a deep depression, bringing with it a powerful thundery storm. The lightning reflects my anger, as it flashes, it lights up the whole sky big rain drops drizzle down my window, as a wetness falls from each of my eyes. The storm is nearly over the raindrops are starting to slow, the blackness of the sky is fading, behind the brightness of the suns glow, outside it is all over, but inside it remains the same, outside tommorrow the sun will show, but inside the storm will form again.