Passing Storms

Rain splashes down like the tears I feel inside. They slide down the window panes, reminding me of the pain inside.
My mind cries, shouting for you.
Suddenly the sun bursts through,
a silver lining on a cloudy day.
My life was a storm, chaotic and merciless, full of grief and sorrow.
It was then I realized today is a hurricane,
but there's always tomorrow.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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