Weathered

[Mark A Becker]

Weathered

There was a gathering
gloom, and a sudden
sharp pressure drop-

grim gushing clouds split
with eye spiking lightning,
gut crushing thunder.

There was no calm
before the storm-
only stillness after.

Now, the blue aching
vibrance of a sparkling
jeweled morning.

In the fresh puddles
I can almost see
your reflection.

I tell myself it's the natural order,
something I can't control,
only weather…