The Storm Nature's tears, the pounding rain, Cruelly mimic my resounding pain. Opaque clouds conceal her soul, But mine is open, a bottomless hole That never heals, can never be cured, Love dies inside, so rest assured I shall no longer flood the land With endless droplets wiped by hand. Wait! Suddenly the horizon brightens, Hope and fear in my heart heightens. The myth of the clouds with the silver lining Breaks the spell that …showed first 75 words of 107 total…

…showed last 75 words of 107 total…dies inside, so rest assured I shall no longer flood the land With endless droplets wiped by hand. Wait! Suddenly the horizon brightens, Hope and fear in my heart heightens. The myth of the clouds with the silver lining Breaks the spell that was once confining, For now I feel my spirits rise As nature herself answers my cries. No longer shall I mope and mourn, For he has mended my heart that was torn.