Tempestade

The rain falls beyond the walls.
The gray day neither welcomes us nor calls us into the open air.
The walls press in; the sealed window stirs unease.
Beyond, the storm awakens.
Bolts of lightning carve the sky, revealing a world wrapped in darkness—
Revealing what longs to remain unseen.
Yet the light is fleeting, a spark,
Gone in an instant, as night collapses once more
Into the starless black.
And then, a hurricane takes form.
At its heart, there is nothing to cling to,
No ground on which to stand secure.
Thus the storm rages on—
Out there, and within.