Treading Into Serenity

The storm has been brewing since late last night.
No more do we stand in a cracked dust bowl of dirt,
...for it is covered in tears like manna from Heaven.

Long was our vigil, our prayers we thought sent for naught?
At last they seem to have been answered.

Brown leaves are now carried down the asphalt river.
First dwindling – then vanishing into the darkness...
...that strides the river edge.

Strange how even now one can get used to a noise.
At first all you can hear is its all encompassing nature.
Then you start to filter it out as the calmness surrounds you...
... and you tread into the storm.

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