The Storm

The bride of day arrives, Wearing a dark veil. Her train, carried by the wind, Stretches long into the evening. Growing weary, waiting To cast off oppression, Tears break restraint. She cries into the night. Her anguish falls heavy, Repelling her friends. All is lost, for now, Until her mood is spent. Fair weather friends awake, The earth has quenched its thirst. The storm relinquishes its hold, And the sun smiles in victory.