It may start with a breeze
It may come from a blizzard
From a cold rage wrought by a freeze
Or a wind that drifts only a feather
The earth conveys their emotions through weather.
Hurricanes, tornadoes, typhoons coalesce
Often thought disasters, but natural nonetheless
A light rain on Valentine’s Day
A curious snow
One small spark of lightning we can’t explain or know
A gale to challenge even the fastest sprinter
Or an everlasting overcast dominating the winter.
The fog outside, meant to conceal
Hide and distract from what we ought to not feel
The thunder and chaos, a ceaseless storm
Making it easy to believe it will never be warm
But just as certain there will be another blue sky, some other noon
You too, will feel better soon.