Alone, I stand on the edge of the cliff
Facing the wind as it blows up over me
Coming up and over the lip of the deep valley
With a force of which only nature can dream
Alone, I glory in the coming of the storm
That crawls up over the horizon
Growling with the endless frustration
Of not yet being unleashed upon the world
Alone, I listen to the erratic drum of nature
Echoing amongst the rocks of the cliff
And rising up to embrace me
In an ungentle ocean of sound
Alone, I wait for the onslaught of rain
To blanket me in the sky's grieving
A timeless sorrow so immense
That it obliterates my own small sorrows