I hear rain trickling lightly
While somewhere there is a roll of thunder.
Rain falls gently, quietly-
It calms the mind.
Thunder comes strong, unexpected-
Interrupting one's deepest thoughts.
A storm can always be compared
To a time in a person's life.
Thunder plays the part of an arguement...
We can imagine that easily.
Rain is the tearful part afterward.
Who doesn't think of tears while watching rain?
Then on the street or on a lake
We see rain hitting upon the surface-
Much like our tears being caught
By the shoulder of our best friend.
The storm is eventually over...
We are left with a rainbow.
A beautiful sign that it's over-
All is well now.
It is only 5:30 am.
Gotta get some more sleep...
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Great work Whitney. I think this may actually be my favourite of your poems so far. I loved that line about the rain hitting the surface of the lake, like our tears being caught on the shoulder of a friend. What an excellent comparison. Well done! With love, Deb