Ana Jaramillo

 As tears fall while clouds darken

 Before thunder strikes

When tears water this garden

I think of my unfortunate reality and skys cry

Until cold rain turns into crystals

While the rain washes my misery

Once my heart stops the pistols

When triumph strengthens my inner me

The thunder will be my voice

And the wind my pencil

When angels fly in April

As the pain becomes numb

So that you will see your rainbow

Once you appreciate a storm the lightning will illuminate your dark tunnel

And you will see your beautiful reflection on the puddle