Rainstorm

When I see the storm clouds coming closer a smile spreads across my face I love the chaos and the beauty of the crashing thunder and flashing lightening I love the sound of the raindrops beating down As their constant pounding beats away all the filth, all the dirt, all the refuse that has built up I love it as the wind picks up As the world is cleaned replenished of all it needs Then, as soon as it comes, it’s finished And I must go back to the doldrums of tranquility