She admires the sky as it begins to brew

The pressure builds as it darkens in color

It tries to hold the storm inside itself; it attempts to hold the weight alone

As the storm within itself grows, it begins to drop the heavier it gets

Drip, drip, drip; the pressure, the weight of the storm has overcome the strength it once had

The storm was too much for the cloud to withstand alone; it had to give

The drops are released from the skies cooling her warm, rosy cheeks as they splash off her face 

The storm spreads onto anyone within a short distance

Many begin to pay the price because the cloud was not strong enough to ride out the storm it created inside itself 

This weakness advances from a drip to a pour

The storm unleashes itself on everyone in sight as it always seems to for her

She tries to keep her storm at bay, but the banks always give way

The pressure within her becomes overwhelming, until her rain is mixed with the rain of the clouds

The rain of her storm rolls down her cheeks mixing with the rain from above 

As the tears fall, the dive from her chin crashing against her chest

Where does one storm begin and the other finish

The solitude she maintains to keep others safe from her storm isn’t always enough protection

She will always put them first, even at the cost of herself

The shield she puts around herself has never been for her, it has always been for their safety

She protects them from her destruction; that’s the way it has always been

What day will she realize others don’t need her protection, and she is only kidding herself

The protection she had created many years ago was never for anyone else; it’s always been for herself

She just couldn’t admit that to herself

She pushes everyone else out of her circle until she suffers alone

She is not the guardian who shelters others from the harm she can cause

It is the protection of herself by others

If nobody hands her the umbrella, nobody can take it away from her

If nobody gives her boots, she will never know what it is like to get her dry feet wet and cold

If she never experiences the good, then the bad won’t destroy her

She is the being in the cloud

The being that is hurting herself and everyone around because she cannot let go

Let go of the storm and stop living in the cloud