Storming Soul

I lay here in the middle of no where. The trees bellow over me, and the stars shed light along the curves of my body. The rain provides the source for my dried tears, and the thunder rolls of my skin creating goose bumps. The lightening pierces my skin, as the wrinkles that form as I get older crack. My heart is weakened and I start to gasp for air. The beat of my heart starts to slow and I feel nothing except your frequent love and the lost tears of my soul.