Storm Before the Calm
How the sky is never
So blue as the day after,
Ironically tethered
To the conclusion of
a relentless, unruly storm
I find it most odd…
How now I find great peace
Amidst the shifting winds,
Blows in soothing release;
Smells of rain awaken my ‘within’s’
And the downpour begins
Anticipation,
Dilated eyes
String of electricity
Body recalling it’s reprise
I find it most odd…
How the blue aftermath,
when my pupils constrict,
I find peaceful recognition
in the path
of the storm before the calm
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Clever rephrasing, and a nice contemplation, and I love these lines:
Smells of rain awaken my ‘within’s’
And the downpour begins
Lovely!