Stormy Skies Turn to Butterflies

Stormy skies dark and spooky.
Always take my breath away as much as they frighten me.
I stare mouth agape wondering how long they’ll remain.
They never stay long.
They pick up and leave as quickly as they appear.

They bring a lot of rain.
They bring a lot of hail.
They bring thunder and lightening striking.
They drown the flowers
and weeds alike.

But it’s not all bad.
They bring new life.
After each storm, there is a calming feeling.
A feeling like everything’s the way it should be.
New life emerges out of each rock and crevace
showing it’s face to the world that’s damp and soggy
after a long rain storm.

I guess the weather can be like humans.
When it’s angered, it storms.
When it’s sad, it rains.
When it’s happy, it’s sunny.
When it’s scared, it’s windy.
When it’s calm, it’s snowy.