Whpsh

A downpour in what seemed a time forever dry.
What a lovely sight!

Life seems to calm when the tears of the world come down.
The cracking of the winds themselves through pure heat,
the trees dancing their dance, in attempts to summon more,
the sheet of rain that cuts off the horizon.

Such chaos brings
such peace.

How can one simply refuse nature bringing full force?
Wind guids me to my real purpose.
Never has it stopped my single path
towards wherever I didn't know I was going.

The cold will always be a reminder
that we live on.

But rain?

For some reason, it brings peace
as it hammers away at my self,
penetrating my defences.

There will always be the storm to come.

And I will enjoy it,
for the flash it is.