Even the day after,
the world is gray and sodden,

subdued.  Still haunting my mind,
yesterday’s torrential rain,

battering wind, screeching
tornado warnings.

I didn’t venture outside all day.

The air now so silent, shamed at yesterday’s
violence.  Brings back tantrums

of my own.  What were the spirits thinking
to become so enraged?  We can only take

a deep breath of relief.  Now and then,
a tentative bird calls.