Storm

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