Hey, Iron here! We have my first ever unguided poem! Enjoy! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The world outside is soft and gray, As heavy clouds obscure the day. But in the falling of the rain, There is a easing of the pain. Each rhythmic tap upon the pane, Reminds the heart to start again. The earth accepts the darkened sky, And lets the stormy winds pass by. For just like fields that drink the storm, To change their shape and find their form, We sometimes need the shadows too, To clear the old and bring the new. The rushing world can fade from view, The quiet rain, washes you new. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Thanks for reading!
