The lighting brings back memories. <br />The thunder shows my anger. <br />As the rain washes it away. <br /> <br />The birds fly by, I see my dreams. <br />As they go home. they're stolen from me. <br />As the rain washes it away. <br /> <br />The pedal filled with rain drops, I know I'm hurt. <br />As the rain drops roll off, they're like my tears. <br />As the rain washes it away. <br /> <br />The clouds are like my soul. <br />They hide the sun, like I hide my feelings. <br />As the rain washes it away. <br /> <br />As I sit on my porch, <br />Watching the rain wash things away. <br />I see that the storms a lot like me.<br /><br />Katherine Robbins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-storm-6/
