Downpour (Poem)

 

A clouded sky, like a weary heart,

Saturated, heavy—shades of blue and grey.

With stoic silence, it holds its weight,

Until it yields—to the weeping rain.

A ceaseless downpour, a breaking tide,

Spilling the pain it could no longer hide.

Laden with sorrow, it poured, it roared,

Like never before, the heavens implored.

Yet time moves on, as storms subside,

Clouds dissolve, no tears to hide.

A golden ray, a whisper of light,

Pierces the gloom—a promise bright.

The thirsty earth drinks deep and wide,

Life stirs anew, no longer denied.

Verdant greens begin to rise,

Under painted arcs in endless skies.

And so, the cycle starts once more,

As hearts heal, as skies restore.