I woke up and knew the outcome.

I could tell by the force that was surrounding my make-up.

My intuition grew stronger and stronger by the second,

And I knew the storm was coming. 

Rain like marbles from the sky, clouds shadow vision, how would I see?

Would I brave it out or allow it to get the best of me?

For the storm knows not the intentions of my heart,

It only sees the pysichal.

I will not run.

I will allow it to pour until the skies become clear.