Outside The Window

They say the storm follows the calm, but what follows the storm is beautiful.

 

Outside The Window

The clouds roll in,

Outside my window,

A colorful painting in the sky,

A storm is coming,

Not far away.

 

I sit by the window,

And watch the clouds roll in,

No more color in the sky,

A storm is coming,

Not far away.

 

The rain washes in,

Outside my window,

A gray sight in the sky,

A storm washed in,

Not gone away.

 

I sit by the window,

And watch the rain wash in,

Still a gray sight in the sky,

A storm washed in,

Not gone away.

 

The clouds go away,

Outside my window,

A fading sight in the sky,

A mural gone,

No longer here.

 

I sit by the window,

And watch the clouds go away,

Still a fading sight in the sky,

A mural gone,

No longer here.

 

The sun shines in,

Outside my window,

A beautiful painting,

A rainbow flying high,

No longer gone.

 

I sit by the window,

And watch the color grow,

No longer has gray graced the sky,

A rainbow flying high,

No longer gone.

 

Author's Note

Sorry if it's bad.

Reviews

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I love this poem! I could just picture this as I was reading it. Great writing! :)