To those who chose to keep their shoes dry

there was beauty in my storms
but it was overshadowed by my angry crashing
thunder calling out the injustices by name
and brilliant flashes of lightning illuminating all our secrets
some only saw the mess my hurricane-like winds left
the toppled towers and uprooted trees
some thought I meant to drown them
with my fiercely pouring tears
some weren’t ready to see
that every storm I unleashed was a necessary release
of growing pains
pressure building along my horizon
some wouldn’t linger long enough
for the clouds to drain and reveal the sun unto a world refreshed
my colors once again bright and confident
the songs of the birds returned
there were those who couldn’t wait for the seeds I planted
to germinate and grow
fed by my disagreeable tempests
the tears that came and went and will return again