The Storm Has Passed


Nestled in hollows formed by mountains

pillow clouds cling to an earthly womb.


Lungs are now filled with sweet fresh electric air.

Crisp clean and peaceful the valley is cleared and cleansed.


In the distance darkness retreats

the sky once again lightens to blue hues.


As the sun sets behind hills only memories

of pounding wind and sky remain.


In this moment the storm has passed and surrendered

to peace in the valley again.