Looking outside this window
with hope in these eyes,
there's a sunny forcast
no clouds in the sky.
It's much too late to wonder
much too late to weep.
Dark, with alarming thunder
the pains too much to keep.
Lightning strikes the ground.
This heart starts to shatter,
secret perfections lost,
with all things that matter.
Tears are poured from the sky,
thsi head begins to clear.
A long wonderonce of why?
Is the end really near?
Assignment: Poem, based on the weather