A Storm is Coming

 

I sense a storm is coming,

I can feel it in the air,

There’s a hint of melancholy,

And a reason to beware.

A mist of grey indifference,

And a guarded recompense,

A hint of desperation,

And a reason to be tense.

It’s in your curt responses,

And in your guarded stare,

It’s in your feigned affection,

And the reason you won’t share.

I see the clouds are gathering,

And I hear the thunder roll,

I’m lost without your shelter,

When the rain begins to fall.