The Storm by D.B
Tonight there’s rain falling from my eyes.
The thunderstorms you conjured up.
Starting as a bright summer day,
then fading into darkness.
The thunder and lightning strikes,
Piercing into my clouds
And starting the shower of
Rain and sleet.
The rain ceasing,
Turning to fog, confusing and blind,
Then a light of realization.
The sun rising and bringing
The light, clearing my sight,
Making it visible that it’s most peaceful
After the storm is over.
And a clear night sky, full of bright stars,
awaits me.
The extended metaphor of rain for tears, etc. is rendered in such an original way and handled so well. Congratulations.