The pouring rain falls swiftly
down the skies into the street
like the liquid flowing down my cheeks,
the raindrops are the
tears of the morning clouds
growing darker by the second,
It continues pouring
touching everything in its path.
It resucitates the memories
time faded,
and comforts the weeping soul.
It plants comfort on every broken heart.
The Roaring Thunder joins the rain,
as the wind wails for
My loss
The sun is no longer there,
for the clouds have taken over,
The only light I seem to see
are the lightning's bolting rays.
But after awhile,
just like everything else
the rain comes to an end.
The rainfall ceases
The thunderstorm drifts away
The harsh winds turn into a caressing breeze,
and the sun reappears in my view
It kisses my skin,
dries my tears and warms my soul
The rain is no more
