My Irritations, Aggravations and Inspirations

February 2, 2011 “passing storm”



“passing storm”


don’t fear the storm

my love

the dark and looming clouds

the whistling wind

the thundering sky

the crashing lightning

are but for moment

hiding the sun

the blue

and yellow


and songbirds singing

only for a moment

don’t cry in the rain

my love

lest the raindrops steal your tears

as the storm passes

and I kiss them not away


©tlh 2/2/11

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9 responses

  1. what a poem. splendid. just loved it.

    February 2, 2011 at 7:13 am

  2. Really like the part about the raindrops stealing away the tears.

    February 2, 2011 at 7:53 am

  3. Ilakya Spandhanaa

    Its good to be reading your poems again. The passion you instill in those lines are quite astounding!! And it is true, if we just hold on when pain strikes, its gonna wash away soon, and life will be colorful again.

    February 2, 2011 at 9:30 am

  4. lifeinarecipe

    Only you could tame something so wild as a storm…as always you have a wonderful way with the words.

    February 2, 2011 at 9:39 am

  5. Absolutely beautiful. It spoke of pain and hope.

    Best regards … D.

    February 2, 2011 at 5:28 pm

  6. Awww… Sad and sweet. And very lovely.

    February 3, 2011 at 9:44 am

  7. Your words cut deep my friend….speaks to the core of my soul. Big hugs cowboy oxo

    February 4, 2011 at 1:01 am

  8. Behind every cloud, the silver lining.

    Very well done.

    February 7, 2011 at 7:21 pm

  9. …..there is nothing quite welcoming as a thunderstorm…to me anyway.

    good write Tracy.

    February 9, 2011 at 9:46 pm

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