The sound of thunder echoes through
The sky.
A light smell of rain fills the air, and a cool breeze flows gently through the window.
As I stare out of this window, the rain taps the ground, forming puddles of gentle flow.
Thunder roar, lightening flashes. Rain pours, it crashes.
The breeze becomes colder, as it carries itself along.
Looking out this window I see, one lonely droplet falling upon me.
This little droplet isn't rain, for it's a tear.
Why am I crying? You may as ask. But the truth behind that question is hidden behind a mask.
But I'll give you a hint to help you find the answer.
The thunder is my thoughts, yelling at me.
The rain is my tears, feeling for me.
The breeze is my actions, showing me what's really happening.
The smell, is the smell of freshness.
A new beginning.
Once the storm has passed, a brighter side arises.
Birds chirp, the sun sings, and my smile appears.
The rain stops, my head at rest.
A storm has passed, and the sun has come to lead me to a brighter road, next.
~Ametal_girlsworldxx~
