Spring Storm

The storm has done wore itself out, it is exhausted and has no more battles to fight. It has succumbed to the fact that much like me, the only wars it waged where within itself. It is hauntingly beautiful as the calm cautiously eases in after such chaos and destruction. The irony of this spring storm and my own awakening to a fresh new beginning being perfectly aligned with such grace is not lost to me. It is as if the universe and I have come to an understanding. A lesson has been learned, finally a demon has been slayed, put to rest and I am freed. I've begun to make sense of the turmoil and I've been cleared to start construction, the rebuilding of something strong and worthwhile from the ruble. How just like spring to perfectly embody the sensations of fresh new hopes and dreams being planted. Sweet melodies from the bravest of the song birds break the eerie silence. They send each other signals of optimism and let the world know they too weathered the storm and survived. The darkest of the clouds slowly drift apart and I am awestruck to witness the profound and obvious sign that such downpour is necessary for miracles like the majestically proud rainbow overhead to exist. I look around myself with my soul full of gratitude to be given such a gift. The sun brightens and warms the atmosphere encouraging the fresh budding leaves and me to grow and finally transform our lives into a full lush bloom and fully embrace the blessings and lessons, all the trials and tribulations of the journey it took to get here.