A WEATHER SO WILD
When the storms came
They opened the sky
When the sky fell
She opened her eyes
She lived with no rain
Twelve long years in the drought
The sun burned her skin
The sky held no clouds
She could hold off the weather
The sky, black and gray
But the thunder clouds found her
And the Furies, they came
She knew not the weather
That rose in her brain
Building and lifting
The tidal waves came
She kept enough rope
Enough to escape
It was tied to a time
Before the storms came
She pulled on the rope
To find her way back
But the sky always fell
As she grappled the past
She knew not the weather
Contained in her eyes
Gray clouds and blue seas
A weather, so wild
Pinned to the earth
Soaked in the mud
The storm now upon her
She let the flood come
When the sky rains
It pours from her eyes
Now when she sings
It opens the sky.
