Rainy Day, Twisty Stairway

Upon a staircase, that twists and turns,

A figure ascends, with emotions churned.

The rain patters down, a mournful refrain,

But he trudges on, through the endless terrain.

The birds chirp above, in the skies so blue,

Their melodies lift, his spirits anew.

The sun shines through, the clouds it does peel,

And the rainbow it forms, does his heart steal.

Smoke from a chimney, dances in the air,

A sign of warmth, and a home to repair.

He reaches the top, but still feels ungrounded,

As the steps beneath, forever confounded.

The fire crackles, in the hearth so bright,

And the room is filled, with a warm, golden light.

He sits by the fire, and dries off his clothes,

His mind at ease, as he finally dozes.

The rain may pour, and the winds may howl,

But in this moment, all is calm, all is foul.

The staircase may twist and bend,

But the top is where the heart, in the end.