Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow,

Though often we may find ourselves locked down, in dark. Below.

Held tight, under fury, in darkness and in pain;

Like snowfall, heavy, dark: smothered but comforting.

No daylight can reach us, no light and no rescue,

Overwhelmed by temper, and locked inside red hue.

When temperature gently rises, in a moment not yet seen

Only then, unnoticed, are we once more lightening.

Then our burden eases, drop by drop, as degrees allow

Then temperatures drop ,anger curls once more against our brow.

But yet again, as rainfall starts does our heart really know,

Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow.