I'm misunderstood. Even Mrs. Frasca was disappointed when she saw me.
I fall, and I'm forgotten.
People run to get away from me, they protect their children from me.
People see me as a nuisance.
I am the tears of the world, I bring gloom and grey.
I live in the darkness, there is no escape from the poisoned clouds.
But I am majestic.
People do not seem to understand that they need me.
I am a part of them.
I will never change.
I am a part of life, and as much as people try to hide, I will always make myself apparent.I refuse to ever be silent.
I will come with flashes of light and sound.
I am dark, I scare some, but I gleam.
I shine and sparkle, I make things beautiful.
But people can only see the dark and the mess of me.
Why can't people see my beauty?
There are few that admire my gleam.
People wait eagerly for me to go away, to disperse and hide.
There are places I won't even go.
I am not discriminate, but people discriminate me.
I am ridiculed.
But I know I am needed.
I know my purpose.
And I will be loud, and let everyone know I am here.
I am not ashamed.
I am not afraid.
I can destroy mountains with time, or melt glaciers.
I am stronger than them.
I am stronger than all.
