| THE STORM |
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| Drops of rain on the windowpane A curtain of beads I see through into the past - the storm's over at last yet I keep remembering you In you came, like the wind brings rain A rush of drama and heat A microburst of pleasure and pain Stinging my skin like sleet A cyclone of fury materialized An unrelenting typhoon Ripping and twisting my trusting soul Leaving behind only ruin A raging violence welled from within I had no idea it was there A tempest erupting beneath my skin A forceful response to despair The sun was hidden away from my sight I was blinded by driving rain I weathered the storm with all my might Now I'll never be the same The clouds have parted, the wind is calm But a cold front still remains A single raindrop rolls like a tear down the windowpane |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |