The Storm

Foreboding thunder claps from miles away,
Water floods the streets.
Ominous winds strike the earth,
Lightning bolts intrude.

It grasps her arm with great force,
She screams "Let go".
Its grip gains in power,
She knows what's to come.

She looks into the eyes of the devil,
And pleads "You promised".
Her appeal is denied,
She knows what's to come.

Its free arm is raised and lowered with great force.
She longs to be released,
She doesn't wish to fight.

A tear streams down her cheek,
Mirroring the rain that strikes her home above.

Repeatedly, it strikes.
With each blow she becomes numb,
With each blow it grows more tired.

It unlooses its grip, and steps back.
Watching with glee as she falls to the floor.
Black and blue -
Betrayed and used.

She disappears into herself.
She knows what she needs to say.
It feels her thinking of those words.
It has before been in this place.

It replaces its smirk with a frown.
It kneels beside her and utters the words,
"I am sorry".

With all the strength she has left,
She utters the word "Okay".

The thunderclaps recede,
The clouds' tears disappear.
The ominous winds calm,
The lightning isn't visible.

Dark clouds blanket the sky,
Warning the impending storm.