I do not feel sad today,
nor even pensive,
though the clouds are almost black
and seem to have been
ripped open.
Thunder rattles
my windows
and wind threatens
to topple the corn rows outside.
Rain pouring from the gutters
brings only anticipation.
I am trapped inside,
watching the drama
on the other side of the glass,
yet I choose not to feel
trapped.
I choose not to let
the dark clouds
invade my heart,
but look ahead instead.
I choose to wait for the rainbow
at the end of the rain.
I seek the gold of the sunset
after the storm
to paint my heart.
And if it's too dark when the storm ends,
to see either rainbow or sunset,
then I choose to look again,
tomorrow. |
Submission Name: Outlook
