Healing

Rain comes, bringing with it buried memories, as I listen to the crack of thunder. Drops fall on my face while I wait out the storm and let the pounding of the surf drown out my thoughts. Afterward, I remain, as mist rises to cover the passage of time, healing wounds. All that was stolen slowly returns, and I take control once more, letting troubles float away on a wild ocean breeze. I turn to you and offer my chilly hands, and return your bright smile, as we move forward to our future.