�Cleansing Soul�
A storm�s a brewing,
On the horizon.
Drops,
Spot the earth,
As a soul is cleansed.

As more pain releases,
A gate opens for it to pour,
Flooding the soil.

The tears stop,
& the sun peeks out to smile upon the new growth.

I needed some release, as I�m at a loss at how I should be feeling right now.