Storm Front

Even the worst storms
Find their eventual break;
The point where the light shines again
And the waves ease their wake.

After the rain stops falling,
The ocean settles it calling
To the heaven’s wrath above.
The winds turn to breeze
And hail starts to unfreeze
On the sands drenched from nature’s love.

The people return to their homes
And see the things displaced.
The damage is soon repaired
And passing memories are erased.

©2003 Joe Jenkins