Weathered

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Weathered

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

grim gushing clouds split
with eye spiking lightning, My favorite line
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…