After the Storm

The sun came shining brilliantly after the storm,
Sharp, warm rays spreading out across the sky,
And the birds are singing yet again and they fly
So freely, at liberty, and reconstruction follows
Upon the heels of destruction in nature’s flow;
Reconstruction like resurrection follows death,
And the wind blows ever gently now to endow
Earth with sweet scent of rain on grass ‘n trees,
And how else should it be? This is life writ large
In the discharge of ever-winding cycles of living
And reminds us that there are storms, to be sure,
But always the sun behind the ominous clouds,
Always light so bright to overcome the darkness;
Indeed, the sun did come shining after this storm
. . . after every storm, after each and every storm!

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