"The Storm" by Taylor Powell I always remember my home. Never forgetting that melancholy feeling. I cannot help but stop and look at the thunder and rainfall. Are you upset by how ironic it is? Does it tear you apart to see the world so sad? Rainstorms, however hard they try, Will always be despairing. Are you upset by that homesick feeling? Does it tear you apart to see the dreary sky happier than you? The storm is life. The storm is death. Does the storm make you shiver? Does it?