Poetry / The Storm

The thunder roars and cracks like never before, trees thrash and moan, as dogs and birds scurry for shelter. Its not long till the rain begins, and when it rains it pours. But here I am in this filling gutter, clawing to escape but only digging myself deeper. If it keeps on raining my body will break.

And as the water comes to my neck I accept defeat and close my eyes, but suddenly the sun pierces the black skies, stopping the rain and shining some ray of hope into my desperate situation. I look up and see arms reaching down to pull me up, and as I come to the surface I can see my sorroundings washed clean and in pure sunlight.

A smile comes to my face and I begin to wonder if this storm was more than physical.

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