The winds pick up and the calm gives way.
There is a storm that's on it's way.
Bringing with it a cleansing rain.
Like falling tears to wash away the pain.
The winds within it howl and blow.
Like cries for help from a troubled soul.
Causing trees to bend and break.
Like a sprit pushed beyond what it can take.
Bolts of lightning light the sky.
Like a flash of rage seen in the eye.
Claps of thunder tear the silence apart.
Like the cracking sound of a breaking heart.
Stones of hail fall to the ground.
Like fists of anger that pummel and pound.
Crushing the flowers that grow wild.
Like the hopes and dreams of an abandoned child.
Devastation and confusion is what the storm will leave.
Like the emotions of a person left to grieve.
After the energy of the storm is spent.
The calm comes back from the place it went.
