Poem #7. Peeta's POV, stating that no matter how bad things are something good can still happen.

Thundering, treacherous, terrible storm,

Darkness smothers the sky,

Blackening, thickening, darkening clouds,

All light is gone, swept by.

If only, if only, the rains would stop,

If only the lightnings cease,

A break in the clouds, sunshine's ray,

Allows a bit of peace.

A badly needed ray of hope

Fills each frightened heart,

The rain stopped, the darkness gone,

Rejoice! when shadows depart.