The Storm Poem by Fiona Burgess

Here in the darkest hours before dawn,
She lies awake and wondering
At the passing of the storm.
Thoughts she left far behind
Came crashing back into her head,
With no other purpose than to remind.
They filled her head with thunder and rain
To echo the deluge beyond her window
But instead of soothing, they brought relentless pain.
Snippets and snatches of love gone away
The vague memory of her lovers kiss
And the knowledge they'll flee at the sign of day.
Her cheeks grown damp with silently shed tears
As she sighs and rolls over
Unwilling, yet, to face her fears.