The Past Remains when the Storm has Run

Thunder roars and lightning flashes,
Lighting up the evening Sky's.
I stand alone, as rain just crashes,
Making puddles close nearby.

Sounds of thunder; the sight of lightning,
Sending shivers down my spine.
The sound and sight of both are frightening,
Yet both remain somewhat divine.

"Crack!" the lightning screams,
As it clashes with a tree.
The clouds still bursting at their seams,
As rain pours down on me.

Thunder laughs with excited roar,
When lightning takes its aim,
As if to say, "good job! you score!"
As though they play a silly game.

I stand there drenched and soaking wet,
As the storm festers, waxing worse,
Making me think of past regrets,
And painful memories of remorse.

Winds pick up, begin to blow,
The rain gets more intense,
Lightning flashes the sky aglow,
The thunder rolls more dense.

Rain then slows, becomes a drizzle,
The winds no longer blow.
The thunder quiets, its now a fizzle,
Lightning bears a lesser glow.

The end has come, the night grows quiet,
Silence strikes the evening sky.
Thunder and lightning finished their riot,
The've said to each goodbye.

The storm is gone but my past remains,
The things I've said and done.
The raging storm couldn't wash the stains,
The past remains when the storm has run.

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