For the first time, in what seems to be an eon,
The turmoil outside my window
Does not reflect the way I feel inside.
I am fascinated by the torrential rain,
The violent gusts of the wind,
And the angry strikes of lightning,
That take over the skies.
And the many shades of grey
They do not overcome me.
I simply watch with awe
And still a warm feeling remains with my heart.
I quickly compose a piece of pen & paper art,
Which soothes my soul; calming & therapeutic.
As the chaos unfolds on the other side of the glass.

This light show is the cause of the brainstorm,
Behind these lonely blue eyes
This perfect storm, is why, I am hypnotized.
I can only seem to capture a fraction
Of Nature's most beautiful breakdown.
And no longer do I wear the frown
That could nearly drown
An entire population in my sorrows, or,
That could soak up the sun or any foe
Because now my vision sees a clearer tomorrow.

This is very special Kartagane ....You took me to a good place and I thank you...

Enjoyed it

Thank you both.

This is reminescent of Byron (and that is a pretty cool thing). The contrast you present between the inner turmoil and Nature's turmoil, separated by the protective glass, if quite a splendid thing, and the blending of melancholy with the promise of a better tomorrow is romantic in the best tradition. Good job. I congratulate you on getting this posted.
G.

Lovely , very deep , like you I would imagine x

A very brilliant piece of writing,,, very philosophical,, well written and something to make the reader think a talented piece of work

Thank you all.

Beautiful and very thought provoking!
I wish you many clearer tomorrows!!