The calm before the storm,
Is scary with silence.
Of what is to come,
Is an eerie peace.
A darken sky,
Of a midnight afternoon.
Is scary with silence.
Of what is to come,
Is an eerie peace.
A darken sky,
Of a midnight afternoon.

Clouds are weary,
With burden of theirs,
Slowly trudging,
In an eternity sky.
Waiting for a moment,
Of a forever second.

And they cry,
Of a wrathful sadness,
And drumming of the rain,
Soon its over,
A rainbow is a promise,
of this.


2 comments:
im speechless... in a good way
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