I've spent my whole life chasing thunderstorms.

Never finding the perfect boom

Loud enough to express my inner pain.

Never finding the perfect lightning strike,

That reflects enough light

To expose the darkness beneath my eyes.

Never finding the perfect raindrops 

Soft enough to carry me to sleep like she used to.

 

I've spent my whole life chasing thunderstorms.

Never finding the perfect boom

Loud enough to reach the ear 

Of  the father that never heard my cry.

Never finding the lightning strike,

That reflected enough light

To reach the heavens to wake my grandmother from her sleep.

Never finding enough rain to hide my mother's tears 

And fill her with the love she's shown me my entire existence.

 

 I've spent my whole life chasing thunderstorms.

Never realizing that I am that perfect boom,

Loud enough to create an entire galaxy.

I  am that perfect lightning strike 

That reflects enough light

To show that even though darkness surrounds you  

 That Doesn't mean you have to become it.

I am the perfect raindrops,

that sound like lullabies to those that forever sleep.

I am that perfect thunderstorm,

And so are you

Boom.