First came the drizzle,

The peaceful rain,

Falling down my window,

Easing my pain.

Then came the storm,

Roaring throughout the town,

Letting us know that sometimes the sky needs to scream too.

The drops come running down its face.

The thunder cracks like a broken heart.

Suddenly, my problems don’t seem as big,

Because the swooshing of the wind brings me comfort.

First came the drizzle,

The peaceful rain,

Falling down my window,

Washing away the pain.