Storm

Here I lay down in the grass
As the wind flies up around me.
My hair blows across my face
And I can barely see.

I feel the drops upon my face
Before my eyes can see the rain.
Tears cascade down my cheeks;
The rain hiding all the pain.

Drenched in water
Chilled to the bone.
I'm waiting for the storm to pass.

Lightning flashes.
The thunder rolls.
And I just lay here on the grass.

I stare up at the heavens
And in my mind I cry,
"Why me? Why me?"

I wait there for my answer,
Pleading for it to come.
But, oh. It won't.

I've lost what means the most to me.
I've lost the greatest part of me.
That gift from God.
It's lost from me.