Life is like a Storm,

It comes and goes at Whim,

Many are relentless and full of suffering,

Yet some are soft and kind, much like the storms of spring.

Some are filled with Anger, Spite and Hate,

I do believe hurricanes are which this could relate.

Many are took for granted, and many wished to leave

but sad you are when they're lost and gone, now you sit in grief.

And many times they stay with us, though the storm is gone

much like the snow that stays laying on the lawn.

Life is like a Storm,

It comes and goes at Whim