The warning sign

Someone once told me that there's a storm coming
and all I did was laugh, not knowing or thinking clear minded.
As the rain was already falling from the sky, the air froze
and my body start to shake and shiver, like some inside eruption took place.
Unable to move, unable to hide, unable to see that what's really there in the centre.
Doubt, confusion and all of the things that are far away from that what stands for hope.
It was a kid who was crying for his family, holding that what seemed a picture of himself.
The closer I went towards the child, how harder it became, 
Like a struggling drunk trying to keep a straight path, to follow an unchangeable white line
in front of a crowd that only wants him to fail so he could be judged by them.
It felt like something or someone was holding me away from the child,
so I couldn't speak to him, so I couldn't touch and comfort him and tell that everything was ok.
That it was ok for him to cry for a reason like that, because as we all know family is everything.
As my skin started to abandon me and my shattered bones eventually turned into dust
the child suddenly approached me instead, as the rain behind him seemed to follow his trail.
A tremendous shock, an unbelievable truth struck the heart
as I stared into the most darkest eyes I've ever seen
Feeling like I'm looking into a mirror, an after image of the past I once left behind
The sadness of being alone, the sadness of being afraid and misunderstood
that the child inside of me will always be a part and aswell be the very first tear
to fill the bucket that I shall have to carry from time to time.
As the child slowly vanished as I woke up from my slumber
Drying the wet skin as I remembered the child, as I remembered that you can't
forsee the weather that might inflict your life.