The Rain in my heart

My heart becomes heavy with sorrow,

threatens to burst and spill its contents,

like the clouds,

wearing their dark cloaks before they rain.

The thunders strike the dark blue sky,

so does the pain sting through my heart.

The tears quietly sneak up to the corners of the eyes,

and trickle down the cheeks,

only to fall to the earth like the silent drizzling of rain.

Tears fall incessantly,

Anew with passion and fury,

emotions become violent,

as the drizzle grows into a rainstorm.

The clear stream of reason,

Then flows through the tears into the heart.

And realization overcomes the misery,

like an iridescent arc.

Behind the clouds,

then rises the sun,

And a band of colours break through,

winning over the shades of dreary grey and blue.

So does the pain escape my heart,

Stinging and vexing,

Breaking and making.