Soft Floods

In the hush where the storm once roared,

A quiet descends, a peace restored.

Silver linings shimmer, soft and bright,

Whispering secrets in the gentle light.

The world, a canvas, washed anew,

Colors blend, a softer hue.

Each droplet’s dance, a lullaby,

Embracing chaos, letting it sigh.

Surrender, like leaves on a winding stream,

Trusting the flow, the fragile dream.

In the wake of thunder’s fierce embrace,

We find our solace, our sacred space.

Beneath the weight of the storm’s embrace,

Resilience blooms in this tranquil place.

Soft floods carry the weight away,

Bringing dawn to the end of gray.

So let the waters rise and fall,

In chaos, we hear the universe’s call.

For in each surge, we learn to float,

In every storm, a soft, new note.