My Weather (a poem)

[allaboutsoul]

The sun is shining in my soul
although clouds have passed over
and hidden it from view
for days, even months
with rain pouring down
making rivers of tears.

It has stormed in my heart
and those clouds have not yet cleared.
Clouds have darkened my heart's hallways
of dreams of happiness.

My mind is cluttered with clouds
and birds whistling happy tunes
along with a mourning dove,
forever mourning,
never quite drowned out
by happy chirps and trills.

There may be clouds in my mind;
there may be storms in my heart
but in my soul the sun will shine.