Above the Storm

Nothing is what it was.
Sky is down.
The clouds accumulate
below my feet.
The thunder keeps rolling,
trying to shake my soul.
I hear it, I feel it
bring cold to my bones.
The rain falls, up,
sticking to my toes,
dragging me down.
I dry my feet on sunshine
that pushes off the cloud.
The thunder rolls too far away,
a distant echo.
I won't let it get me
not again, not this time.
The sun will beam upon my face,
warm my bones, soak my skin, my soul.
I'd do anything to know
that I
always stand above the storm.