A Passing Storm Poem by Helen Gaudin

A Passing Storm



Battered and blinded by the rain
Water sliding down my neck
Wet down to my skin
Shoulders hunched
Struggling against an adversary I couldn’t overcome

I stopped
Raised my face to the storm
Closed my eyes
Let the water flow
The rain washed over me
I existed only inside the passing storm

I tasted my world
The sea, the wind, the sun, the snow
I knew soon, piece by piece, moment by moment
They too would become my whole world
As it was only a passing storm

Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,storm
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