Rain splashes around,
Heaven cries its tears.
Thunder crashes in the ears,
Screams its frustration.
Lightning blinds the eyes,
Unable to see truth.
Wet, noisy, blinding storm!
Heartbreaking, defeating, dark storm!
The storm will quiet, the storm will sweeten,
Even this shall pass away.
And now all is said and done,
Sweet fruit and crop have finally sprung.

Lenore Lee

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-554/