Rainstorms

Rippling endlessly through the above like a shadowy nightmare:

Dark shadowed clouds turn my day time to nothing but night air.

My sun shining bright until storm clouds ensconce it in darkness.

The tension has rendered me certainly needing catharsis.

I sit in the shadows so enemies cannot come find me.

They only exist in my mind, gradually unwinding.

My mind is perpetually drowned in this thunderous flooding

I sense that the floodgates have little to no chance of shutting.