Storms to Sunshine

[JMonkey]

Here is a poem I wrote a while ago. I think it could do with some refining so I thought I'd post it here, see what you guys think, and hopefully I can get some useful feedback to develop it. Thanks for reading.

 

Storms to Sunshine

The rain falls slowly before me, navigating the course channels in the glass,

The walls and floors, wet and unkempt, tainted like unpolished brass,

A weathered orchestra thunders in my head with every crash and boom

I contemplate my life while sitting on a wooden chair in this lonely unkempt room.

 

Animals scatter in the street as a crack tears through the battered sky,

Flashes of light echo in the room, penetrating my open eye,

My restless soul is ironically at peace, in this loud and bitter storm,

I justify my being on this wooden chair, only a rug to keep me warm.

 

I open both eyes and another flash of light blinds me temporarily,

And though I cannot see for these few seconds, what I feel is an extraordinarily,

Vulnerability to awaken my senses, a minimal fear quickly turning to relief,

My sight returning slowly to catch the window frame, showered in gold leaf.

 

Then without warning the rain ceases and the dark clouds fall apart,

And suddenly a tear runs slowly down my face as I watch the cold weather depart,

For my greatest realisation to date, the biggest achievement of mine,

Is facing these dark times with an unyielding heart, sorrow to joy, storms to sunshine.

 

I have highlighted in red the parts which I am not 100% satisfied with.