The weather

The weather, it just never cooperates.
Like now, as I sit
On this park bench,
I'm drenched.
I mourn while holding
A flower with a broken stem.
And the red of the petals
Blaze against the gray of the storm.
Most people go inside,
Away from the rain,
But I just sit and think.
For I've no place to go.
Thunder beats loudly
Echoing across the skies.
The weather became as my heart:
Cold, dark, gloomy -- broken.
The thunder yells,
And the lightning shrieks.
But I don't listen,
For I need the rain.
Oh, the rain, wet and heavy,
How it cleanses my soul.
And I'm hoping it'll wash
All my sorrow away.
And now, as I sit,
Drowning in rain and misery,
The clouds open up,
And a single sun beam peeks at me.
That single beam, warm and bright,
Shines upon my dark, lonely soul.
It tells me it'll be okay,
And there's still a ray of hope.
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Comments
i like this especially the ending when there is a bit of brightness and sunshine
i like how u compare the weather to ur feelings
its a nice poem
Thank you!