Silence comes forth after merciless murmurs
The world was washed anew
She perched on the side of a curb
Toes curled over the edge
Feet,
Ears,
Nose
Burn from the cold
The street shimmered with streetlamps
Scattered like shattered mirrors
Droplets clung to blades of grass
Gleaming like gems of a king
Inhaling the damp scent
A scent of comfort
Of soil and earth
The clouds are dark
Yet grow calm
Silently slipping away
Houses
And cars
And plants
Dripping by their edges
She exhales a cloud of white
As she leaves her perch to go
Escape the cold and wet
And being born once more
A smile forever on her lips
For her favorite moment of all:
The calm after a storm