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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

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