Storm

I did not imagine you like this-

not the gentle rain, but the storm,

fierce and unrelenting,

tearing at the sky.

We stood in the flood’s embrace,

as the wind howled its ancient song,

trees bending, leaves dancing,

each one falling like a forgotten promise.

I felt your silence before the storm,

the calm that held its breath,

and then the breaking-

a slow, deliberate destruction,

each word a wave,

each look a lightning strike.

But when the storm moved on,

and the heavens opened,

I found myself still here,

my heart still beating,

carved by the wind, but unbroken.

For some hearts, there is no wrong season,

and this is the heart I hope to find.