the never-ending storm

i stand alone in an empty city,
tall buildings litter the skyline I've built,
all of a sudden the wind hits my skin,
the stinging air sending shivers through me,
rain starts dotting my glasses blurring my vision...its back...an all too familiar feeling fills me up...the storm is back..
before long it's raging
the building bow and creak as if too crumble
the very foundations seem to crack as the windows shatter the wind is unbearable, rearing and howling like a deranged rabid animal, fear and doubt grow stronger,
can I survive this...
all reason leaves me as i fall to my knees,
hopelessness shadows my logic,
and anxiety darken my vision as i weep,
then I hear it...a bell sounds through the torrent of howls,
a warm sensation is felt upon my hand..
I look up and it's you...
your face is radiant as the sunlight and your skin just as soft and warm
suddenly the storm breaks i feel peace at tht moment..true happiness..this must be it..
but u can't stay forever..your fingers slip through mine...and the warmth fades..
a sharp sting on my skin tells me..
the storm is back..