Petrichor

The storm is coming… I can feel it.

No dark clouds in the sky…
But I can feel it.

No lightning nor thunder… 
But I can feel it.

No heavy wind
But I can feel it.

No dew… yet
But I can feel it.

My heart gets heavy and dark, I can hear the thunder inside of me.
Dew is starting in my eyes.
Now I can feel everything… 
The storm is within my chest.

I can feel it,
I can feel it.

It is raining now.
It is heavy rain.
It does not stop.
It is all over the place. 

The storm is within my chest, it calls my heart home, and it makes me suffer, never I believe I could be the host of what is now a Huracan.

I cry and scream, I am now the emcee of a tornado.

It hurts inside, it does hurt, and I do not know how to let go of this pain, this clandestine pain that wants to yell but keeps silent as a tsunami coming to the beach of my mouth. 

I do not want to hurt someone...

It smells like rain, 
I can feel it now.

It smells like rain,
I can hear it now.

It smells like rain,
I can see it now.

I like the smell, I like the rain, I feel relieved.

No one can know.
I cried… the tornado is gone…