
When the hard rain quits,
fought with the heroism of the sun,
puddles of despair dry, kind weather,
healing has begun.
When the unruly wind diminishes,
losing its power and flex,
stillness fortifies the mind,
welcoming what will be next.
When the shady clouds scurry,
tail between formations and lies,
the view is crystal clear now,
temperate in salvation,
the forecast?
A fair goodbye.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021