The Storm

Tonight the wind howls round my house,
Rattling the windows in their frames,
As rain pelts pebbles at the glass
Yet somehow I feel unafraid.

The creeping moans of the garden gate,
Don’t scare me as when I was small.
I don’t fear the lonesome whispers
From the chimney behind the wall.

Instead I watch the pitch black sky,
And wish that I was out there.
To feel upon my face and skin
The coolness of darkened water.

The storm is full of noise and rage
But only to those who don’t hear.
Because the storm is lonely
And only wishes to feel near.

It’s trapped on its own.
So far from the ground or sea,
Desperate for some connection
Just wanting to be.

It wanders just like us,
From time to time and place to place.
Looking for something more
Just for companionship to taste.

Tonight the wind howls round my house,
Rattling the windows in their frames,
As rain pelts pebbles at the glass
Yet somehow I feel unafraid.

Because the storm and I are akin,
We share each other’s pain
Seeking what we’ve not yet found
In that we are the same.

Fountain – by Sara Love

This song was recommended to be by a reviewer who said that it fitted perfectly with the poem while being read. See what you think.