My happy place is upset.
I came here for a reprieve,
But was greeted by a storm.
The winds blew hard,
The dark clouds rolled in,
And I sought shelter.
Now I’m stranded in my happy place.

The rain falls down like tears,
Splashing upon the surface of the river,
Revealing the shape of the clouds above.
The thunder booms like anger,
Echoing through the valley,
Reverberating off the cliffs and rocks.
The wind wails like sorrow,
Shaking the leaves of the trees,
Snapping the frailer branches.

Even so, I am content.
Joy lingers here;
A blanket against the chill.
The tears continue to fall,
And the river carries them away.