Storm of Life

This poem was actually created from a dark and cloudy day after it had rained for days. So it wasn't raining anymore, and I was looking outside at the aftermath of the rainy days. And this is what I created:

Storm of Life

The end began
with a drop. Soon
it all rushed down
and wiped away
the pain, the joy
the memories.
The sound
brought
frightening
elements
and calming words.
The touch approached
with loving embraces and
anxious hits. The world,
the town, the people, they
all fell at it's mercy. Some
exclaimed with anger
others with joy. The
beginning ended
with a drop.