There is a calmness after a storm,
A place where the ground is tender and can bare our footprints.
Where raindrops wait on petals, delicately.
The moment after a storm…still and silent, which holds it hand towards us.
The path is new, life’s spirit is a silent dance partner asking us to continue to dance.
My Dad seems to be coming in after the storm…healing. Slowly, I dare to smile.
The moment after a storm. Waiting to see if the sun will break the darkness.
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