This Thunder

This thunder that hear...
Is only the begining of possible factors that result from this cloudy sky. A flash of light that speaks to the wind that bellows underneathe this air I live in. Who could compare the surprise that will give birth to these wet tears from the sky. Have I done wrong by following my heart? Or have i simply gone to the surface route of the common, to get out of a burning problem? What ever the case, these skies mirror my life as if i had written a letter to the heavens. The deeper my heart swollows the pain, the less reaction to this action hinders these rain clouds to release. Maybe it was for the better...because i can say that I breathe easy now. I sleep naturally now. As if my heart beated differently, or i exhaled a certain way, to make me a dreamer of particluar things. Surely the thunder will come. And the rain will fall. But when I sleep upon these thoughts of this heart, maybe, just maybe...I did the right thing for once.