Waiting Out The Storm

 

She sat alone on the wooden bench

Her body tense, her fists were clenched

The night air cool, with a breeze that blew

And only she was the one that knew.

The moon was full, but clouds did hide

Her long hair hung in eyes that cried

Through tears she saw the shadows dark

While no one else was in the park.

She thought of shattered dreams that took

From every page of her minds book

And silent memories that stayed

Locked up in dreams, before had made.

And though the darkness was all around

With only breath that made a sound

She felt a raindrop on her skin

The storm was here, about to begin.

With sudden bursts the clouds did fall

But she simply pulled on her shall

The thunder sounded and lightning lit

And the darkness broke, just for a bit.

She remained upon that bench until

The cold rain stopped, the air was still

Her clothes were soaked but the rain had cleared

Her tears away, just disappeared.

Her thoughts began, upon the moon

To find a clearing, pretty soon

She could see the stars and the path that led

Her long way home, then to her bed.

She stood and then began to walk

Her thoughts now seemed to want to talk

With a soft glow now she tried to cope

Her gait relaxed, she now saw hope

The darkness gone, she now could see

Her thoughts alone, just had to be

But she thought of people that she loved

Warm thoughts of folks, she could speak of.

And so when in dark, it's fair to warn

It's best to simply wait out the storm

For there is an end, the sky will break

With light again for all to take.

CNK