right in your storm

I stand there in the cavern. My umbrella twirls in my hand, I must relieve it from the rain. The pools of red swallow my feet as it rolls across the rocks into my safe haven. I do not like this rain. Your sorrows have filled the skies and crawled across into my plain. The blood drains from the heavens. Is it really heavens, for the despair that fills it does not describe such a serene place. I fold up my umbrella, stop looking at the ground, raise my head up high. One step, right into the puddles, right into the storm. The maroon colored devastation covers me. My hair plasters to my forehead. I look around, drenched. I'm here, right in the storm, right in your storm, covered in your blood, and I'm not going anywhere.

or

I stand there in the cavern
my umbrella twirls in my hand
I must relieve it from the rain

the pools of red swallow my feet
as it rolls across the rocks into my safe haven
I do not like this rain

your sorrows have filled the skies
and crawled across into my plain
the blood drains from the heavens
is it really heavens, though?
for the despair that fills it
does not describe such a serene place

I fold up my umbrella
stop looking at the ground
raise my head up high

one step
right into the puddles
right into the storm

the maroon colored devastation covers me
my hair plasters to my forehead

I look around, drenched
I am here
right in the storm
right in your storm
covered in your blood
and I am not going anywhere