Very quickly the night turns into day
The darkness forced to hide
to become shadows
The solace of the fullmoon
has been replaced
By the glaring heat of the sun
The rays pierce through me,
my spirit wanes
I wish to hide, though I have no body
I feel so dry, I feel as if I could die again.
As minutes pass
I see the sign of stormclouds
I see them forming as if in haste
Someone or something
is trying to shelter me
I feel no need to shy away.
The dark grey clouds
have blanketed the sunshine
The air is colder
and still there is no sound
I sense the start of thunder
and pouring rain
as my spirit flies into the storm.