After the Storm

In the aftermath of the thunderstorm,
A gentle rain, a softened view of life,
Which, hours earlier, had stabbed at me
With heat and headlines. Now, there's
Neither past nor present. Sunlight
Dimmed, I watch the raindrops fall
Off of the leaves beyond the awning.
Peace has come, and all the anger
That had built up, like those piled
Clouds which came and pelted me,
Has dissipated, not for long, I realize,
But, for the moment, rain relieves me.
I can't see or hear the elements
Of human life which leave me
Dreaming of assassinations, of a
Cleansing plague. In the mist,
The dappled tapping, I fade into
What's around me, and, I,
Momentarily, can feel that I'm
At peace.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-17 at 01:34

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