You were the thunder:
Loud, unrelenting.
You were the lightning:
Bright, painful.
I was the clouds:
Passing, timid, calm, capable of storms
My tears were the rain:
Wet, cold, and bitter, warm and angry, built up, cascading.
Finally, the clouds have gone,
The rain has faded.
Now that you are gone,
I can finally see past the rain.
I have finally found the rainbow.
YOU ARE READING
Rainfall in May
PoetryA growing collection of recent poems with varying styles and subjects. I apologize for any errors, as this was uploaded from my mobile device.
