Aftermath of a Storm

Just a Sonnet

After the Storm

The earth’s at peace tonight, but I am not.
The iron grasp of heat was blown away
Upon the storm and wind, upon the spray
Of sudden rain that fell as two skies fought.
The storm was strong, and yet it brought
A blessed cool, a sweeter air, and gray
Where all was scorched to brown just yesterday.
And now all’s still, I count stars dot by dot.
So m…