The Storm Has Passed Poem by Derek R. Audette

The storm has passed over now,
gone

I stood with my head
protruding from a second-story window
and gazed upward into the pouring rain
as thunder cracked the heavens
my brow was soaked
and water ran into my eyes
and lightning lit the night
and the trees around me
turned from black to green
for a fleeting moment
and then again
and again
and the roadways turned to
burning blue
and reflected the chains
of unimaginable current
arcing through the sky
and the rain
slamming into the ground below
roared like a herd of wild buffalo
ten-million strong
and the clouds
churned and twisted and writhed
one moment black
the next blue and gray and white
and then black again
and the smell of ozone
filled the air
and the smell of
wet, thankful foliage filled the air
and the smell of anger and fury filled the air
and my senses were alive
and singing
and shouting
as nature raged
as the world raged
as God raged

but the storm has passed over now,
gone
and what I am left with
is just the night