Storm
By <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition •
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