Truth Behind the Storm

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This poem i wrote 2 years ago for an English class. I wrote about a double meaning of a thunderstorm, as my teacher asked the class to write a poem based on a metaphor. I hope you like, feel free to comment. I'd love to hear your opinion.

Submitted: April 08, 2008

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Truth Behind The Storm

A storm of rain,

No sorrow, no pain.

A heavy pitter patter,

There’s nothing the matter.

It hits the ground,

Like its people taught her.

It shields the truth,

And it hides the shame.

It covers the grass,

It makes it brave.

But there’re so many secrets,

So much to explain.

If only it stopped,

If only it cleared.

If only the sky opened,

They’d hear the big cheer.

The dry fake smile would turn, be real,

The layers would be cut; they’d know how to feel.

Everything would finally be ok,

There’d be no more sorrow, no more shame.

But that’s not right,

There’s still a thunder.

It’s hitting the ground,

It hurts, it flounders.
It carries this burden,

But soon, it hoped.

The clouds would clear…

The sky would open, the truth would be near

Everything would open in bloom,

A garden would form of much colour,

The secrets would be told…no hiding in fear

There’d be no more cover, it’d be time to tell her.


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