"Random"

Found a bunch of random poems
That I’d written long ago
They described a thousand countries
From the springtime to the snow
Opened up that secret box
Looking over ancient scrawls
There was nothing, nothing there
Neither trace of love nor brawls

Till I came upon a passage
Where the letters filled the page
Of the feelings to a loved one
Was it love? Or more like rage?
I remembered naught at first
When the rain started to pour
But the sound upon my eardrums
Brought the key, unlocked the door.