The hope of storms

I have heard the sea  
pour out its mournful lament;  
and the dirge of the clouds  
with their rumbles and lightnings.

I have watched the grey sky  
enfold us in a shroud of sorrow;  
as the pall-bearer drops  
loose their lugubrious weight.

These storms that feel  
like unending death:  
yet they kiss the ground  
with bright green hope.