God’s fury has passed, as the last sudden light flashes, and the flooding rain begins to slow, while the forceful winds move away to the quiet of the dawn.
One leaf flutters down, torn from its anchor, alone, resplendent in its moment, whilst I see, feel, as one with that leaf.
The aftermath, what was and what is. Not what is chosen, but is forced upon us. To feel alone after the storm, to want to rejoin in the coming dawn. The human hunger, naked again.