I hate overcast skies
With grey sheet clouds
Swallowing up the sun

The air so thick
You can feel it pushing,
Resisting your presence

                 (maybe what we all need is a little shove)

I love the rain
When the pregnant clouds split
And spill long unshed tears

The cleansing drops pounding,
Pouring upon a
Sin soaked earth

                 (here’s where the sinners take shelter from the storm)

I  love fog seas
Where untold shapes lurk
Just beyond reach

The thick mist obscuring,
Confusing the lost and
Damned and searching soul

                 (it’s the hidden horrors that we really fear)

I hate thunder
With the echo of death
Rolling across somber skies

The monstrous roar booming,
Dooming its wrath
Shaking you to the very core

                 (really, it’s all just a lie)

I love lightning
When the air is ripped asunder
Shattered into countless bits

The unadulterated light dancing,
Chasing itself in a game
Spread across the skies

                 (it’s a memory in the making of me and you)

I love the wind
Where howling tales cross
Whispered trailing veils

The ethereal fingers entwine
A soft spoken secret caressing,
Tousling your hair

                 (days like these reminds us of who we used to be)

I hate the snow
With frozen wishes breathed
By upturned faces

The pale hopes and dreams
Earthward bound they’re falling,
Joining a blanket of white perfection

                 (this is everything I’m not)