The Storm

Looking out, Rain is pouring down. Heart is pounding. The sun hidden by dark clouds, All the light shaded by night. A song comes on. It plays and plays. Thoughts come and go Like people who call themselves friends. It'll never be the same. Lightning strikes The sky goes bright for a second. A brief second of hope, of joy. Followed by a crash of thunder, The sign that shred of hope is over. But good things never ends. Lightning strikes again and again. The rain pouring fast and slow, Wind howling in the night. When all seems lost, The light comes in a split second. When all seems dark, Seems to be the end The worst can really be the way out. Looking at its beauty, Instead of looking at it Through the eyes of doubt.