review this poem for me please? warning: it’s extremely long.?

Droplets of a winter storm pound down,
pour out, and soak me.
Relentlessly
with no intentions of stopping soon.
This storm seems
to have ended not too long ago,
but I know better.
This is a different storm
with more damage in store
& its intensity much higher.
The only resemblence between the 2
is the factor.
This one has brewed much longer
& too long at that.
For the damage it has caused
already is worse
than that of the previously endeavored storm
similar to its kind.
There is enough rain already to break a levee.
Only a few more hours of these dark,
gray, hideous & overcast skies
that lead to melancholy days
& all remaining forms of barriers
will be forever gone.
There will be no way for repairing it this time,
the oncoming damages are unavoidable at all costs.

All the while, though
a fire of a desperately parched desert
burns deep within my soul.
A fire that longs & desires
for you to come back;
A heart that burns,
just thinking of all the 'should-have-beens',
& all the pasttime postives of
such a kind.
Such a burning that it prevails over
all the constantly filled skylines of clouds
that pour out all forms of
current-time negative forms of precipitation.
Precipitation that punishes my heart for ever loving.
Barely,
but this burning prevails nonetheless.

But all the prevailing in the world
couldn't dry out or do away with
these terrible conditions.
I glance around,
only to see if there's an end in sight.
Of course,
there is none.
As I search for sun & the weather
of that of those seemingly yester days we had,
a bolt of lightning streaks across the
winter stormy skyline, Heaven, Hell,
& every elsewhere beings' living grounds
only to prove
that just when I thought the cloudbursts
could worsen no more...
They could & most certainly would.
For they were senseless.
The lightning's allumination allowed
all forms of existence
to look into a previous life.
A look into a life that was at
sometime full of happier,
oh so much happier times.
Times spent in the sunshine,
when rays overtook me.
Times full of warmth, laughter, smiles.
Days spent wrapped up
in your arms,
& the only rain that fell was rain
of summer showers to
only ease drought is occasionally brought.
& the sweet smell of you lying close beside me,
in a green meadow surrounded by flowers...
A picturesque scene.
It was all I could have ever dreamed of.
Days when things were perfect,
A romance better than Noah & Allie's.
Days I now call 'then'.

Now, however, the storm
takes me back to reality:
Those days are long gone.
These are the days I must now live in... Suffer through!
Cold, lonely, helpless, isolated from the world, overcast, & Hellacious.
The factor that started these hours
is the same of that which
gave me the days of emotions that were
completely opposite of these.
Seconds turned into minutes,
minutes into hours.
Hours into days,
days into weeks,
& weeks into months.
Months in which promises were made
to never bring me to these days again.
All in vain,
so worthlessly meaningless.
I want so badly
to shake you & ask,
'Where did what used to be go! ? '
To shake you as boldy,
painfully, & hard enough to make you
realize, just as the winds blown in
from this winter storm,
caused by you,
have shaken me!

But I can't think of shaking you
any longer because
I'm quickly snapped back to reality
once again.
A pattern has become apparant:
Just when I figure out
what may help,
even if it was possible,
the storm progresses...
Giving me yet another run for my money.
Winds tossing me around,
rain piercing my skin colder than a blanket of ice ever could.
It wants me to realize
that nothing can stop it.
I wonder if thinking of
the days we once had,
the days that gave me
oh so much joy,
& the days I reminisce on now...
Times that give me a single solitaire moment
of happiness
(as a result from a lightning flash)
is worth the pain from the
ever-so-careless storm punshies me
with in return.
God, why must my fate
be so cruel?
Before I can figure out the answer
to my puzzle,
I hear the words you said.
'This is what I want; I want you',
thundering out, hurtful as well as loud.
The problem pressed upon me
is careless, senseless, heartless.
Just like the owner that brewed this,
as well as unleashed it upon me,
has become.
I thought the last storm was bad?
Never again.
This one signifies
the exiting of all happiness from my life
for good.
Therefore,
this storm
will never end because a lifetime without you,
& what used to be,
means a lifetime full
of this unavoidable despair & sorrow.
This is a treacherous, never-ending
journey, I see.
So the only option left
is what I take.
I play hide-&-seek;
Hiding from this storm &
still inadvertedly seeking you
along with the pasttime wonders.
How miraculous they felt,
(& flashbacks make them feel)