Grandmother's Mood

 
When she was young she was known to have a temper
She may have been little but she sure stood strong
But as she got older she became a different person
Her faith gave made her more stoic, pensive and calm
 
Grandma only gave a few hints about her past life
She had a rough childhood, she suffered and fought
But when she found her faith she had a connection
To put it simply, let’s just say the woman prayed a lot
 
It wasn’t until we were older when we got a glimpse
A couple of us kids and grandkids had really pissed her off
I had never seen her semblance turn so apathetic
As if her old self returned so cold you could feel the frost
 
But what was strange was that on that warm sunny day
In the hour when she got angry the skies turned dark
Then out of nowhere rain poured outside with force
It was as if the heavens had felt the anger in her heart
 
We heard the rain pound the roof and windows
While grandma sat quiet in her room reading a book
We just looked at each wondering, what in the…hail?
Then to top it off, the thunder! And that had us shook
 
Call it coincidence, excellent timing, whatever you think
The mystery of my grandmother’s mood and sudden storm
Because just like her anger, that tempest came and went
We’re not meant to understand some things beyond the norm