I've never thought about how parallel weather is to the emotions of the human mind; how rain relates to tears, how sun relates to happiness, how clouds relate to troubled thoughts
I felt like a news reporter as I looked at her.
as the day had begun
and she greeted everyone
her eyes and her smile lit up like the sun
but long after the crowd
her thoughts again became too loud
and her features were soft and sad like an overcast cloud
she tried to contain
the feelings she can't explain
but eventually tears fell like the dark autumn rain
but she and I both know
pain helps you to grow
so she wiped her eyes and brightened up like white winter snow
her beauty caused unease
and she now did what she pleased
while her personality was sweet like a flittering breeze
she was loving and warm
that was usually the norm
but if you hurt her, she was resilient like a bad thunderstorm
no more did she give into fright
she became a fighter for a world of light
like the brightest star on a clear summer night
