When the booming of thunder rumbles and claps of lightning strike the sky.

Rain pours in obtuse angles as the wind spirals viciously.

It starts to ease up, slowly and the rain pitter patters on my window pane.

The sky is crying and its tears are being wiped away.

There are cracks in the clouds and the sun begins to pour in.

Sun showers are always the prettiest,

Drying up the storms reminisce.

The heat begins to rise and the sky is clearing.

No more rain, the sun burst through and there is nothing you can do but, smile.

“Your smile beams like The Sun”

You know, after the storm?