It all begins with some wind and a dark cloud,
The question, prompt, or being asked to read aloud.
The rain trickles down, with each drop gaining speed.
The thoughts begin coming, but they’re not quite the ones we need.
The lightning will strike and the thunder will boom,
Hitting the ground like the pen hits the table, at an instance of mental doom.
Things begin breaking and the streets become streams,
No correct answer will come from the thoughts and daydreams.
The power grows continuously, everything keeps getting stronger.
The tremendous mess of ideas on a list that gets longer.
The pure power of nature overtakes buildings from the ground,
Everything lacks focus, but thinking is the only sound.
Out of the disaster comes chaos and destruction,
Out of the brain comes a need for instruction.
But there is something to be said about the storm’s power,
Fostering more energy than any electrical tower.
This also occurs right within the mind,
The thoughts have more power, when they’re harder to find.
They make a greater effect with the force and energy,
These thoughts can change things, not those that spur from lethargy.
These are the thoughts that can make the world a better place,
The thoughts can end up being a society’s saving grace.
The great ideas studied today came from mental hurricanes,
They didn’t come easily, they came as a result of steady gains.
Out of the difficulty can come a real success,
The thoughts that come as a result, can make people hurt less.
Just like after a storm, when communities must bond together.
Good things tend to come from the most difficult kinds of weather.