Do you ever wonder why thunder calls?
Why lightening strikes, and the rain does fall?
Ever think it’s falling just for you?
A lit sky fades, to gray from blue.
Too sooth your mood, the air is cold.
To match that of your lonely soul.
The bird's song ceases. The thunder is loud.
Sunshine hides behind blackened clouds.
Just as your hopes and dreams must cower,
When the thick fog of defeat does tower.
Falling to your knees, you're at its mercy.
And, all your progress made...... Reversing.
The rainfall dampens you with disgrace.
And, disguises tears upon your face.
Does the creator feel defeated too?
All knowing eyes upon me, and you.
Because we sell our souls to grief and pain.
Submitting to each drop of rain.
Ah ha! Reality is deceiving.
Is a truth so ugly worth believing?
Reaping horrid effects from another’s causes,
Does not permit lamenting loses.
Hell hath no fury like a human scorned.
Yet, there’s a calm in every storm.
Dark clouds will part. The sun must peek.
Defeated souls may still not seek.
The warmth. The light. ’Tis meant to guide.
Revealing hopes once forced to hide.
Defeated souls will still feel lost.
For all they know, is falling drops.