A storm-hunt

I went looking for footprints
that had just left my heart;
traipsed along unknown lands,
amidst raging storms,
and strange soul-stirring sounds;
braving the blinding odds,
delving within deep woods,
and leaving no stone unturned,
I looked for them in vain;
at the crack of dawn,
as the skies slowly cleared,
I returned home empty,
leaving my own prints yonder,
pocketing just the storms.