The thunder rolls and shakes the windows, the rain drops fall down. The dark clouds obscure the light of a new day. I look for a cup of coffee and watch the leaves fall as the storm washes them off their branches. The colors are taken from the trees, leaving them barren and clean. This is how I wish to feel. The pains of my emotional storm have shaken my very being and now I wish to refresh and start anew. So I will settle myself, and enjoy the day, though dark it may be. For the day and my emotions are the same, both are a product of the storm.