By- Traci Taylor
Even when the sun is shining,
rain clouds find a way to darken the sky.
The abundance of sadness crashes rapidly down,
like waves during high tide.
Gasping for a breath of air,
but it’s no use at the bottom of the ocean.
These are the feelings of a black hole,
patiently waiting for the storm to pass.
All there is left is hope,
that this melancholy weather is temporary.