"The Painter"

An empty canvas
On a stormy day.
No color at all.
The world's gray.
He takes a long walk
To ease his mind.
Rain invigorates him.
Stress left behind.
He heads back home.
And begins painting.
Brushes fly furiously.
Till sunlight's fading.
The final brushstroke.
A finished masterpiece.
He gets into his bed
A much needed sleep.
Passed during the night.
Found the next morn.
Out of a tragic death,
A magnum opus is born.