Rain pours, thunder roars,
Lightning cracks the sky.
Yet, a rainbow shines bright,
In the night’s ominous eye.
Through the tempest’s dark veil,
Hope’s colors still gleam.
In the heart of the storm,
Lies the power to dream.
Drops dance on the earth,
Nature’s soothing refrain.
Each tear from the heavens,
Cleanses sorrow and pain.
Whispers of the wind,
Carry secrets untold.
In the chaos, there’s peace,
In the tempest, there’s gold.
My Pen and Soul
My Pen and Soul 