Storm
I am free to smile when it rains
because no one can see my tears.
The lightning crashes and the thunder
shakes the house.
I run outside.
The rain comes down like a quilt.
I can barely see my hands in front of me.
A grin comes across my face.
I let out a loud, healthy laugh.
Throwing my arms up in the air
I allow the wind to lead me
in its waltz.
I am free!
But the rain starts to let up.
The lightning and thunder cease to roar.
I see the clouds being to part
And the sun begins to shine.
My grin fades and my eyes are once again,
sad.
I miss the rain . . . because:
I am free to smile when it rains
Because no one
can see
my tears.
-Erica B. DiUlio
