After the Storm
Standing alone
Moans of thunder
The storm’s last remnants
Sorrowfully echo from behind
the breeze brings a shiver
not the chill as before
while the wet falls
from my body
taking the hurt away
the sky forward lightens
Hues of blue or muted greys
Fade from blacks
The rain has ended
The storm but a memory
I don’t care to look back
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