The dark clouds hovering over the skies,

Along with the winds, my mind flies,

My mind brings a short movie to me...

Of all my memories as if the camera was nothing but a bee,

Wandering from flower to flower,

Each one with a story of its own,

And suddenly the clouds let out slight shower,

As if my tears to me were shown.

It was day but still night,

There was thunder and instances of light;

The trees swayed with the winds,

That were now turning violent,

And so did I but I was silent,

The leaves fluttered,

And I uttered,

"It feels good,

Reminds me of me"

And then the winds started their rage,

As if for long, they were kept in a cage;

I could relate with the winds,

Rain telling the story behind my tears,

All those memories of days and years,

Suddenly halted and the winds were quiet now,

I went inside the four walls,

With my dried tears,

Like an ordinary person as I left my extraordinary side with the winds.!

I fell for the storm again,

With a storm within my head,

And I know I'll keep falling for it over and over again,

I keep falling for the storm over and over again.