Quiet Storm

by Dwain

He looks for something new
Fresh as morning dew
SOmething is amiss
Thoughts of light mist
Hints begin to fall
From clouds above them all
The flame didn't fizzle
Feelings start to drizzle
Joy negates the pain
Like the midday rain
Emotions aren't the norm
Twisted as the storm
Reason is undone
Tears above are done