The Storm

The Storm

She sat on the hillside gazing at the sky.

The raindrops fell softly on her face
and washed her tears away.

She watched the dark clouds roll quickly by.
She wished she could be a storm cloud, moving gracefully to faraway places.

She could be that carefree.

Her pale blue eyes filled with excitement
as lightning danced through the clouds.
Only lasting a few seconds
but illuminating the sky in a flash.

How wonderful it must be to be lightning!

Yes,
that's how she will live;
she will light the sky everywhere she goes.

She stands up as the storm passes by