Analysis of A hopeless storm

My dear Hope,
where have you gone.
She was with me;
Lying near my bed.
But as the deeply gray clouds lurked in, blocking the little light from the moon and the few stars-
She decided that she wants to run off from me.
And after she departed,
The first drop fell.
How can I find her with all this blinding, downpour of rain, and bone shaking thunder.