It was a midnight storm

no lightning. no thunder. silent.

But its force could not be denied

its presence could not be ignored

nor its path altered

What purpose brought it here

to our place of rest

To torment and disturb

to rip and tear

to bleed

To bleed us dry

to watch her die

to overcome our senses

Breathe, breathe

I take a breath

but cannot lose the smell,

the taste of you

No, not you

of it

Of it that shook you

ripped you

tormented you so

Of it that pains me


Fresh, moist

The rain will wash away

clean and clear all this

These rivers will dry

and be born again


And you

you too

you too will return