The world is calm all around us,
Not a single cloud in sight.
And yet.
And yet you manage to grey the heavens
And dull out all colors visible.
You manage, somehow,
To stop the shine of the sun
From ever reaching me.
This is the calm before the storm.
I want some peace
And I want some color
To reach me here in my home.
Yet everyone knows
Nothing is safe
From the calm before the storm.
Vanilla Town 