The rain has stoped.
The thunder ended.
Lightning flashes no more.
The gusts of wind seaced.
The storm is over.
I am no longer sitting in the window waiting for the day.
A friend has came my way.
I know now there is no changing you.
My friend has pulled me through.
I am happy now.
The tissue is put up high.
I sigh.......
with relief.
I have much belief I cried my Last Cry.
very nice poem!
one love Corey & co