THE STORM

The wind started blowing with all its might,
Trying to blow away the sorrow that it
Felt inside. Its tears started falling like pebbles
From the sky, for each little rain drop
Holds the secret of what it felt inside.
The anger started building, till it could
Contain it no more, and soon became a
Hurricane for the sorrow it could hold no
More, the loneliness and sorrow were soon
Released and gone for the sun came down
And showed its loving rays, and it soon became
Happy and joyful all the same.