Rain pours down outside my window.
Rain pours down, inside my heart.
Lighting fills my room, so bright
Lighting strikes me, like a knife.
Like the storms that come and go.
Seasons change, feelings grow.
Like the snow that melts in Spring,
feelings fade away on a bird, on a wing.
Tornadoes in my stomach spiral
nerves in my body are viral.
Until the day the storm passes-
I'll keep looking through rose-colored glasses.
Brooke Peterson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weather-in-my-heart/
