The Storm Is Her Sorrow Poem by Ruth warren

The storm is her sorrow
the thunder her rage
and the lighting, the sharp pains
she feels every day.
While the rain, salty tear drops
that fall from her eyes
Mother nature, she weeps
and with her, I do cry.
As the tide in upheaval;
this souls inner sea
that have flooded the barricades
deep within me.
But the calm of the storm
soon will follow this war
and the stillness of rest
be the day that’s in store.
As the storm is her sorrow
the rainbow, her peace
o’er the clouds be the sun
and this heartache at ease.
Mother nature, she laughs
and with her, I do grin
as the light be her strength
and this love here, within