The day melted in thunder and rain;
It was half past seven.
The grime and sweat of a sultry day,
All washed away;
The relief! ‘twas heaven.
The storm in her heart, in silence, surged
When she’d melt away, she wondered.
‘Twas hell, her pain.
Image Courtesy: fineartamerica.com (Painting by John Cocoris)