in the aftermath of the storm
there is always somewhat of a change
wether it be large or small
there is always something in the range

and the change that happens
isn't as delicate as we could wish
and we cry and we complain
until we finally realize we need this

tears are the rain
and screams are the thunder
but once the clouds break
we have no time to ponder

there are times that we wish
it would all just fade
and then there are the times
when we wish nothing more than to stay

the calm before the storm 
is what hurts the most
serenity in such a time
but we learn it has its cost

nothing can be perfect 
for more than that second
the wind tosses us around
and the sun is always different