The Storm


As the dark clouds gather
Across a frightened sky,
Booming thunder threatens
While lightening flashes by.

Harsh winds blow through rudely,
Just pushing trees aside.
Always in a hurry
To find a place to hide.

The rain begins to fall
Like silent lonely tears.
Is it a child crying
Because of secret fears?

The sun has stepped back
Behind a cloudy wall.
As if, by not seeing
This storm was not at all.

The storm is over now,
The sun comes out to shine.
But, how can it shine on
This flooded heart of mine?
cathy