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.