The Storm

The Storm

The storm passed through, yet I stayed still,
The echoes fading down the hill.
The sky kept weeping, I heard the screams,
Yet she remained, a distant dream.
No fleeting glance, no solace,
Just empty winds that brush my face.
My hollow eyes, they plead in vain,
For one lost glimpse through sheets of rain.
Now silence speaks where voices fade,
As love decays in twilight’s shade.