the storm

it's still outside my house, the rains have since ceased
but there's still a storm raging in my chest, I can feel those gale force winds

I tell you the clouds are overhead and to stay inside (and just be safe) for now
and I wonder if the same storm that's hailing in my heart, is howling in yours too

the sky lights up like fire in the sky and it's the calm before the storm
patience, my child, for soon this will all pass, but you say there never was a storm at all.

there never was a storm at all?
then why am I soaked to the bone?