I've watched the storms come through here before
Beautifully fierce in color, light and dark, a battle
Across the sky, drawn in lines that change and
Grow with the passing of time, they last for a moment
It is not here to stay, the vibrant fierceness 
Cannot last, it becomes a puff of lightly blowing wind
Or a fading until light floods the horizon and hope
Comes again after the grieving, after losing and
Almost dying being torn apart inside and out
It comes, it always comes so know it will arrive