In the Storm
A voice called out to her. The voice was in the rain. It came in the night, while she ran away from the questions.
Come to me, the voice said to her.
You desire me, it whispered to her.
I desire to be good.
You feel the call of oblivion.
I feel the call of life.
The lightning lashed the trees. The earth trembled in fear of His wrath. She stood defiant, enflaming him more.
You will come to know me.
I know already and I deny you.
You deny nothing but yourself.
The rain poured down hard. It helped to mask the tears.
