What Comes After

It was in the middle of the night When the wind was so cruel The rain was rumbling As if thunders are growling The plants and trees are unseen A lonely, foggy fields was in the scene Where you can hear nothing but the cry The cry of the black, starless sky It’s like you’re in the middle of nowhere Where light of hope was not clear It was a night where darkness prevailed Letting its own ugliness be revealed I just let everything deafen my ear As if I don’t really care I just close my eyes and lay Without any word I pray When I open my eyes it’s already morning And witnessed the sun gradually rising I just smile after realizing That indeed, after a great storm. . . . .is a rainbow coming