I love storms
They show me that even the painted blue skies cry
That the ground sometimes even quakes with fear
That even the bunches of cotton that float in the sky turn gray with despair and doubt
That no matter how hard you try the sunshine always goes away
But storms also shows me
When the sun finds it way through the crying clouds and shines down on the grass that is Drooping with the tears, and a rainbow, filled with the colors of the world is painted on the skies canvas by the spirits above.
I love storms