The Passing Storm
The skies may roar, the tempests rise,
Dark clouds may shroud the sunlit skies.
Winds may howl, and torrents weep,
Yet even storms must bow to sleep.
No wrath of rain can flood forever,
No night can last through time’s endeavor.
The fiercest gales will fade away,
And yield once more to light of day.
So hold your ground, endure the pain,
For every storm runs out of rain.
The sun returns, the skies turn blue,
And life begins its bloom anew.
© Pankaj
Buragohain, 2025.
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