-The Storm-

By:Eric Stovern


Dark clouds roll in from the distance.
They seem to have one objective,
spoil one of our few sunny afternoons
that we enjoy so much in our little town.
Rain starts dribbling from a thunderhead
and its music to my ears.
The soft sound of the rain slamming to the earth
could rock an insomniac to sleep.
There I stand looking out,
hand pressed on a window.
A sudden clash and the earth rumbles,
as if to shake off the wears of time.
A fresh start, a new beginning.
The rain falls harder and harder,
as if to wash away its own sins.
A fresh start, a new beginning.
And there I lay, sprawled out
in a vast field of self-pity.
The rain slams against my face
cleansing my soul of any regret or doubt.
I feel my pores absorbing every droplet,
taking in the healing power of
Nature; the maestro.
The music orchestrated by the rain
brings a calmness i've never known.
There I lay asleep in the storm,
cold and soaked to the bone,
but peace I have found.