The Quiet Storm Poem by La'Chelle Yount

Wishing to be somewhere else at this point
My mind once again finds you
Concerning myself with all of the days troubles
Finding me in all of it
Here comes my rain cloud
Trying to focus on any single drop
My eyes are searching looking for anything
At once my eyes shut maybe feeling is better
As the rain hits my skin I begin to know
The chills come so fast...reaching deep within
Finding no warmth in the earth, or the people in it
I consider fire to keep my thoughts alive
If only a roaring fire that chases the unwilling
Burning everything....
Sounding out in an unusual pattern...I cry
Troubles are never gone, only becoming ashes
but alas...Something for me to arise from.