Poem - Those Dark Clouds

Once again those dark, thunderous clouds begin to cry,
Once again their ancient song rolls across the sky,
And here I am, within the eye,

Waiting for one last chance to try,

While I await amongst the calm,
I'm powerless, unable to direct this typhoon.
And my inner storm swells up like a balloon,
So I'm waiting, waiting for one last chance,
one last chance to take your palm.