After the storm
It’s when water drops from re-born leaves
frustrated petrol-grey clouds turn to pink
and the scents of sodden concrete mingle;
mixed now with earth, and grass, and life, and air;
senses sharpened and bright to fight the storm
are too awake for this – a world returned
to peace and light at last:
just like after making love
the sun breaks through,
and the world is new
The storm and earth lie fulfilled.
This poem is for Jingle Poetry Potluck “Thunderstorms, floods and water fury”.