I finally let it all out—  
Hot rain falls over dry fields.  
I scream into the arid sky;  
The stoic sun finally yields.  
The storm begins to rise.  
  
Something breaks within  
A crack appears where the pain grows.  
The weight of indifference builds so fast,  
It tears apart what I held close.  
The storm breaks within me.  
  
Clouds cover the hateful sun;  
And finally, I feel the rain.  
Alone at my lowest point,  
I release all of my pain.  
The storm spills from me.  
  
I offer all of my hurt  
To a growing pool of tears.  
My emotions manifest before me—  
My hatred aches, sorrows, and fears.  
The storm is before me.  
  
The fields lie broken, split by scars,  
Roots exposed to open air.  
Where pain laid waste, the roots remain,  
Tentative life begins to dare.  
The storm has passed through me.  
  
The suffering hasn't stopped but growth begins