• The rain slows
    And the thunder now whispers,
    Seeping into silence.
    The clouds turn lighter,
    But still cast a canopy of fluffy gray
    Over my view above,
    Shifting the color and mood
    To a pleasant subtle gray hue.
    It seems to impersonate
    My feeling of
    Composed sadness
    A sadness I've vigorously grieved
    But for too long to be strong
    To be full of thunder
    And tremendous blistering rains.
    Too long I've looked for comfort
    A sunny side
    In this conflict
    But with no success.
    I've stopped trying
    Stopped caring
    Stopped crying.
    Simply worn out
    From restlessly searching
    For hope.
    The storm has passed
    And now I'm a subtle gray
    Array of clouds.
    But something has caught my eyes
    A tiny ray of sunlight
    Escaping out
    Of the freshly sun-kissed clouds
    Growing larger and more scattered,
    Soon piercing my eyes.
    Perhaps it's mocking me
    Mocking my laughable apathetic sadness.
    But in a most spontaneous
    Beneficial way
    An uprising,
    A Serendipity.