Storms May Come Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Storms May Come
A Storm is on my horizon;
growing darker all the time.
Clouds obscure my sun, but
I don’t take it as a bad sign.
Rains will wash away my fears,
Winds will freshen the
stale air of helplessness,
so I can breathe in the
fresh, clean air of hope.
Sunny days are times of ease
when all is calm and at peace,
but it takes the storms to cleanse
and bring the sweetest release.
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