The Storm
Skies gray
My heart feeling the way when grandmother passed away
Rain falls
Reminding me of my parents' final brawl
Thunder cracks
Recalling the fact
I bore it with dread
I knew my baby would be born dead
Lightning flashes
Recollecting abusive clashes
Rain pours
Remembering father committed suicide fills me with horror
Drizzling now
Reminds me of a drunken friend somehow
Sun peaks through
I'm beginning not to feel so blue
Clouds gone away
Somebody much have prayed
Rainbow appears
Thank you God for always being there.
{Poem by Renee Waggoner}
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