Every storm runs out of rain (picture prompt)

Gathered clouds of grey, brings damp invective
water fall, that sings depressions fears
angels left me bereft, neglected
my silver linings all were commandeered

What will help me lift that heavy cross
praying that the deluge will decrease
safe harbour when your world is all awash
and see a glimpse of sun, behind rains sheets

 Sun, stealing in, with just a glimmered smile
the storm now turns its back in shame
butterflies, flutter in, from long exile
TRUE; every storm runs out of rain

Refreshed to find my spirit cleaned
depression lifts, and cast a dancing silhouette
tomorrows hope, shines bright with splined moonbeams
my broken heart, feels comfort as the sun it sets