After the Storm: My Dance
After the Storm: My Dance
A Personal Reflection Amid Rain and Wind
Part of my dance-
Of rain, of wind, of storm.
Beneath these battered eaves,
With my heart still echoing the thunder,
I find joy in the hush-
The gentle peace that only comes
After my world is shaken clean
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
Each thunderclap lingers in my bones,
The rain's cool fingers tracing lines down my window,
The wind whispering old stories through every crack and seam.
I stand at the threshold,
Letting the storm's wild music
Wash away my doubts,
Leaving behind a quiet that feels like hope.
When the last drop falls,
And the air smells new,
I breathe in the promise
Of a world-of myself-
Made new
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
Copyright © Jami Patterson | Year Posted 2025
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