Rain Poem by Kalee Skriver

Whirling in the wind,
the rain crashes to the ground in a soft patter.
To soak the earth with its moisture,
and disappear as if it never mattered.
My words are thrown into the wind,
hoping they will land on willing ears.
But alas, they just come flying back to revive my fears.
Will this storm never end?
I am the tree in the lightning as it is struck to the ground.
My roots were never fully planted before I chose to rebound.
But now, the rain is beginning to soak in, to calm my mind.
I shall take the damage from this storm and force a rewind.