When The Storm Clears Away

The blinds struggled against the wind,
The windows stained by the rain;
The sky without stars rendered blind,
The night’s sighs conveying its pain.


Sleep eluded the fauna and flora,
Never before did it so befall;
Everything taking on a devious aura,
It was the fiercest storm of all.

Imprisoned in the gloomy furrow,
Waiting out for the storm to die;
I hoped for a brighter tomorrow,
Pacing on, too agitated in bed to lie.

The mischievous grin of the sun greeted me,
The stains of the destruction cleared away;
Nature rendered bright for all around to see,
The vengeance of the storm a distant memory.