Walking Out of the Storm
WALKING OUT OF THE STORM
The rain had left the streets ravaged.
In a strangely beautiful way.
The way love leaves us,
Shattered from the end,
But dazed thinking of the beautiful journey.
With the urge to forget the pain,
And the yearning to hold on to every memory,
I walked out of the storm,
The way I had decided to walk into it.