Show your sorrow,

tears and all.

Throw down the rain,

let torrents fall.

 

Show your anger,

in thunderous roar,

roll round the skies,

and then send more.

 

Show your fury,

with electric strikes,

lightening lights,

with bolts that smite.

 

I grieve your death,

and so do you.

I see your storms,

the summer through.

 

© Seven Years on… 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm