to endure the storm
within it transform
crashing down the lightning
rumbling sounds frightening
scorching the ground
fueled by hatred it's bound
covered by drops of rain
washing away the pain
putting out the fire
causing the storm to expire
thick clouds of grey
split away
only to return another day
I really liked it. Its way
I really liked it. Its way shorter than most of my poems, but it was really good imagery. I could picture myself literally in the middle of a storm. I'm having trouble with imagery of all things in my poetry, bleh. xP