The Storm

The tears falling like rain in a storm, and screaming like thunder in the clouds. The tornado of anger with the wind of hurt and pain. Whipping through the body racing than calming and picking up again.
 Like a storm the emotions flood the judgment of life. Not thinking clearly because everything is covered by the black clouds of sadness, anger, and doubt.
 Why is this happening , why now, why when everything was so bright like that first day of summer at the beach.
 How did this turn from a calm beautiful day into the dark storm tearing everything apart.  
The cries of thunder with the tears of rain falling to the ground  flooding any good memories made on those bright days.  
Not able to see because judgment is clouded and forget hearing anything the wind of anger had made it impossible to hear anything.
 But when everything dies down and and the storm has passed you are able to  assess the damage.  You realize you've lost so much in the storm.
But the most important thing  was torn down ,  but like everything it can be built back up it won't be the same because the damage was already done.
 It will take time but the building process is a healing process. Build the foundation to withstand any storm. And everything else will stay together.