Waiting Out the Storm

She sat alone on the wooden bench Her body tense, her fists were clenched The night air cool, with a breeze that blew And only she was the one that knew. The moon was full, but clouds did hide Her long hair hung in eyes that cried Through tears she saw the shadows dark While no one else was in the park. She thought of shattered dreams that took From every page of her minds book And silent memories that stayed Locked up in dreams, before had made. And though the darkness was all around With only breath that made a sound She felt a raindrop on her skin The storm was here, about to begin. With sudden bursts the clouds did fall But she simply pulled on her shall The thunder sounded and lightning lit And the darkness broke, just for a bit. She remained upon that bench until The cold rain stopped, the air was still Her clothes were soaked but the rain had cleared Her tears away, just disappeared. Her thoughts began, upon the moon To find a clearing, pretty soon She could see the stars and the path that led Her long way home, then to her bed. She stood and then began to walk Her thoughts now seemed to want to talk With a soft glow now she tried to cope Her gait relaxed, she now saw hope The darkness gone, she now could see Her thoughts alone, just had to be But she thought of people that she loved Warm thoughts of folks, she could speak of. And so when in dark, it's fair to warn It's best to simply wait out the storm For there is an end, the sky will break With light again for all to take. CNK