Man Weather

For once the weather feels like me,
A dusty storm with a shower of rain,
It is lost and frustrated,
Injured and wild,
It is strong and crying,
Anger inside to blow away homes,
But caring enough to fight the scorn,
A struggle raging in its heart, silently creeping up,
A quiet build up that will burst into thunders, any moment now,
But instead it keeps staring with its iron gaze,
It has to pour; it has to cry tears through rain tonight,
But it holds it up and gives no signs,
As the world fearfully watches it brazenly brushing past,
People now gradually easing as it seems to calm down,
But it silently rages inside, the world unaware as it shows no signs,
Smirking it passes by but hiding the teary eyes,
For once the weather feels like me,
This is to what it has come,
A mirror image is what I have become….