Longest Storms

Longest Storms

Longest storms won’t last forever,

but while they rage, they sound eternal.

Rain claws at the windows,

thunder argues with the sky,

and I sit inside, counting seconds

between flash and sound,

between memory and pain.

You were my calm before,

and my chaos after.

Now I walk through days

that smell like rain soaked wood and grief.

The clouds are heavy,

but I’ve learned to wait them out.

One morning, the storm will stop.

The silence will come again,

and I will step into it

without fear.