The Storm Cloud Passing There is no point regretting, The things you can’t control. So it is worth forgetting That which stings your soul. There is no room for dwelling. For your life cannot reverse. Though your sorrow is compelling, Life can still get worse. The rainstorm rang the bell, And brought its’ “bangs” and “booms” Now that all is well, My life can now resume. The bolt that seared through time, Was just a minor scratch. Its’ action was no crime, There was no one to catch. The clouds dissolved for good, The sun retook the throne. It was then I understood, The problems of my own. There is no point regretting, Those things you do not rule. For though they are upsetting, They’re purposes are dual. At once they show us pain, Through lose or suffering. But in the end we gain, From the fortitude they bring. If we heed these calls, That adversity has sent. Then we can brave the squalls, And emerge without a dent.
