Mood Swing

When it rains, in her fancy, She used to turn into a child, Kicking water and playing in the puddles. Today when rain has begun pouring down, She can only see the sky weeping its tears, Clouds smearing wet misery on Earth's face. For reasons unknown, Her heart shakes in agony, Like a flower trembling on its delicate stem. Lost in silence and solitude, She throbs with a dull distracting ache. Her mind has now become an abyss, Where darkness has barged in like a marauder, Where monsters of fear are hatched. She feels suddenly thrown into the sea of emptiness, And float ripped by its violent currents, With no life boat in view for her rescue. She knows there is a long way to swim She wonders if she would reach a safe harbor Or get drowned halfway? Behind her, what does she hear? Is it the roar of the Tsunami of grief? ?