The Storm

The Storm

The wind is heavy,

and outside it's rainy.

I look out sadly,

the past few days have been gloomy.

Why can't the wind sweep away,

the rude things they say,

and the rain wash all,

miseries that make me fall?

For others it may be sad,

but for me it's not bad,

while they seek shelter for their notes,

my paper boat floats.

So you see beloved,

by the rain I am loved,

for when I went to catch my boat,

I saw a tiny little note.

I smiled when it saw who it was from,

it said- with love, the storm.

- By Aanya Shah