The Storm

I can’t hear the rain
and not think of you.
I’ve never felt this pain
in this part of my soul.
I don’t know what to do.

I can’t look into the eyes of the storm
and not picture the calm in yours.
I can’t stare into the piercing lightning
and not remember a mischievous twinkle.

The sky began to weep,
and it woke me from my sleep
so that I wept, too,
and struggled to comprehend
the facts I fought to deny.

But then the morning came,
and a song rose from the earth,
so that I sang, too,
and found myself smiling
because you were finally Home.


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