The Morning After the Storm

On the morning after, from a stormy rainy night I sit on my stoop watching the sun grow bright Stillness and silence deaf my ear Silenced sounds are everywhere Chicks peek from a hole in the tree On a cable, the chicks parents watch; quietly Not even the leaf's on the tree sway Silence deadens the noise away The hare in the grass- not once, did he hop The dewdrops on the roses- can't even drop A puddle rests motionless atop' my table Mirroring the shadows of the birds on the cable Porch'd- a rocking chair sits still and unoccupied I'm happy the old man- has not yet died He stares from his window all comfy and warm Smiling, the morning after the rainy nights storm