Rainstorm

Thunder rumbles,

Expressing tension in the clouds.

A lightning bolt pierces the sky in frustration,

Getting ready to release long-held tears.

Long periods of buildup shower the land,

A small caress to keep moving forward.

The sky brightens after the release of tension,

Acceptance of hardship turned into treasure.

I wrote this poem after a rainstorm. I love looking back on the days before a rainstorm, knowing that I, too, felt my own build-up and release. Listening to the hard rainfall, I imagine it's a small celebration for nature and know that it's a time to start anew.