Eye.

Clouded mind filled with thunder destroying some memories but brightening some,

some filled with pain some with joy but none with love,

the rains pours down too hard as tears,

the dirt turns wet and pours out as a nosebleed,

darkest clouds of unknown origin too heavy to bear,

brightest shocks of electricity scarring through.

A hurricane abrewing inside as

the eye takes in the good the bad and everything sad.

A continuous paradigm causing a paradox

Are the tears creating the cloud?

or are the clouds creating the tears?