Storm

Storm


Last night it stormed
Both, inside and out

The wind blew,howled
my rage to the world

Clouds hung low
as self-pity, covered,

The rain, splattered
in torrents against
the window,
my wet face

The raindrops, splashed
in the disturbed pool
of my heart

Then it passed,
the fury, the drama, the disquiet

Left behind
crisp,clear, clean,calm
for a fresh, new start.


--shubha