My Storm
The clouds appear motionless
In the sky
As shades of blue and grey
Go by
My mood sways
With the wind
It takes me to a distant place
A sense of calm
A tranquil space
To ease my mind
How kind....
The gentle rain
Caressed my face
Removed the dirt, the hurt,
Without a trace
To set me free
As you can see
The drops roll down
Across my frame
Reminding me
This is no game
Life is for living
Ever giving
Simple pleasures
Of the heart
A pulse in time
A refreshing start
It’s time to grow
Let go
Hold fast to the wind
And fly
Be free the thunder cries
It rains for me
I see
The possibility....
Shay
Classic, entrancing form, like watching the rain itself in prisms and sparkles, falling words of encouragement. Something is so pure in this write, almost a naivety that is nothing to be looked down upon, but something chosen for its beauty, and its possibility. Thank you.
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