A RIDDLE

I'm a souvenir of misplaced priorities, handed down from the miscalculation of desire and deciet.

A storm beneath sea, rising like a mountain above pierced clouds. As time rippled space. Her rain broke as she thundered for wind. Cracked the gates with lightning arcs. As the thunder decibels peaked, the mountain slowly collapsed and shrank. Stumbling forth like a rainbow that as tainted the sky, horizon. The burst of air that flooded my lungs, made me spill the secrets of tears.

It was loud.

It was wet.

It was what I didn't expect it to be.

It was... Me!