THE STORM

A thousand raindrops are falling from the sky.
A sky that’s now all gray.
A beautiful storm is here right now.
It’s wiping leaves of their mother tree.
I see this storm has come to stay here,
For quite a while now.

And as I sit by the window,
Watching this storm take over,
I see I’m looking at a mosaic of raindrops.
CRACK-BAM! I hear a crack of thunder.
The sky has almost darkened itself to night.
By now, people have cleared the street.

And than I go and get some paper,
And a pencil with it.
I sit down, and draw the landscape of what I see.
I draw the blowing leaves,
I draw the huge gray clouds,
And I draw this stormy day.

As I draw this nature riot,
I’m looking for the sun somewhere,
But it is nowhere to be found.
And as I’m thinking,
I see the day getting lighter.
The storm is calming down!

And while I finish my drawing,
The thunder-clapping stops,
Along with the tree-shaking,
And soon enough, the rain-pouring stops too.
There I am, with the drawing in my hands,
And then I turn around, and see the sun peeking through.

And while there’s a sunny day outside,
I remember this storm
And I sit near my desk,
Get a piece of paper,
And write down
What you are reading now.