The water coursing down the windowpane Relents, just as the water from my eyes Stops flowing, slowly, slowly, til the rain Is done. And here upon my bed I lie, So far from sleep with rumbling in my head To rival any thunder from above - That storm on high has passed, and now instead There’s silence in the world. And you, my love Who left me here alone, whose cutting words Became a hurricane inside my mind As violent as the tempest I just heard Go quiet. Clouds dispersed. And now I find Through bleary eyes and windows, clear blue sky If storms can find such peace, then so might I.