The Actions of 2 A.M

I ponder how much longer this will continue.

Sitting alone in the rain,

The faint ringing of the clock mentions that

It is 2 a.m.

Looming above are heavy raindrops pouring,

Lacking of gaiety.

Lights do not shine tonight;

Only the soft glow of darkness takes over.

Very faintly, I begin to hear the trees swaying.

Everything is beginning to spin and scream;

Yet I stay seated on the floor of my balcony.

Over and over, I'm getting drowned by nature.

Unforgivable is this storm.