I Find Beauty in the Storm as well as the Sunny Day,
The Breeze Runs through my Hair and The Wind Tells me Its okay.
The Rain may hit the ground but it only makes for music,
I am wet but the plants need water to grow and they can use it.
The lightening strikes just as the thunder roars,
Salt water healing open soars, All from the sky - that's the main source.
We all need those rocky times to balance out the highs,
Nature does it so naturaly full of vibrant cries.