The Calm after the Storm
When it rains, it storms,
the rain taps on the window,
it grows louder by the minute,
and it calms me,
Everyone says there is a calm before the storm,
but that is not always true,
there is one after,
after all the mist has cleared,
Something in my heart stirs,
every time it thunders,
the lightning seems to strike it,
but blood does not flow,
When the darkness clears,
the stars shine brightly,
they release an energy,
that no other force can emit,
Then the calm comes,
it warms the air and circles around,
it carries on the wind and makes the air pure,
and then it leaves on the clouds.