Tensions end on troubled notes.
Tired and weary she takes to bed.
Cascading rain endlessly,
A steady drum, it drips it's beat,
Cleanses and lulls her to sleep.
Awakened from a deep slumber
By a tempestuous noise of thunder.
The sky lit up with white-blue light.
Witnessed through her open window,
A wicked electric display to amaze.
Raw beauty streaking the night sky.
Dream and reality intersects.
Lightening brilliant as a sword.
She knows that secrets dwell beneath.
Tears cry harder upon the earth.
After the downpour and rain passes on,
A breathable cleansing of sorts.
All is awash, the earth rich and fertile.
She now smells hope.
My Previous Poem Title of 5 Minute Challenge, 'Too Short Of A Time'
For Russell Sieve's contest, 'Complete Your Poem'