When the rain falls down,
It caresses your skin with its gentle touch.
The wind gets jealous and begins to howl,
Snapping tree branches and blowing debris.
Lightning and thunder begin to light up
The sky and shake the ground.
Soon the rain becomes angry and shifts its shape
Into ice crystals, harsh, and cruel.
The hail bounces off the roof and hits your flesh,
Leaving stinging welts and red marks.
Lightning struck a nearby tree and set it ablaze.
The flames licked at the surrounding trees and burnt their leaves.
When the rain saw this, and the terror in your eyes, it turned
Into soft and gentle raindrops again.
The rain smothered the growling and raging flames,
Leaving behind a smoking black trunk.
When the smoke rose to the sky, the wind swept it away.
The clouds had turned a milky white and began to disperse.
The storm had done some damage, it didn't hurt your home.
Rain water poured from the drains and into the garden.
When the storm comes, it leaves beauty in its wake.
The rainbow that follows can open so many doors.
You just have to have a little faith, hope, and imagination.
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Poetry And Mixed Feelings
Thơ caSome poetry that I have written over the years. I WARN YOU NOW! SOME OF THEM ARE TRIGGERING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
