Storm Poem by Javier Falcon

Days which are unbearable,
as a steady curtain of rain falls,
over this lost entity in the woods,
who has nothing to do, but wait.

Sitting on a pedestal calm,
with no fear of the surroundings,
yet with tears down his eyes,
as the rain washes them away.

Watching as lightning strikes,
in all places around him,
yet he does not cower at all,
just sitting on his rock, there.

Seeming a useless figure,
waiting for no one reason,
seeking for the day which all will be over,
and he could wait out this storm.