The Sun Will Shine Again After The Storm Poem by Bim Galimba

The great storm came, things were destroyed and torn.
You were hurt as if you stepped a big thorn.
You started questioning why you were born.
Let great hope still grow like a budding corn.

It was great, hurting and heavy storm.
You were shaken and almost lost your form.
Compose yourself, meantime, stay in your dorm.
Relax and don't move like an aimless worm.

Just stand up, soar above the storm and pray.
Just rise again since God is here to stay.
Just hope that His blessing is on its way.
One day you'll pass this big test! Hooray!