1.

The storm was pounding the hills to the dirt.

I pulled on my Wellington boots.

2.

When one voice pleads, all you can hear is the wind’s mocking laugh.

When many rise in anger, the clouds flee.

3.

The puddles do not dry up overnight.

4.

Days later, and a passing shower makes me shy.

I know it is benign, but the patter sounds too much like war drums.

5.

The wind now keeps me awake at night.

I think I can hear it laughing.

6.

I remember they say that in war, there are no winners.

7.

I don’t know what changed.

A raindrop sparkled and made me smile.

8.

On the horizon, the storm grumbles and sobs to itself.

The sky for miles is full of sun.

9.

I remember the joy of splashing in a puddle.

My laugh is in equal parts glee and relief.

10.

There are rainbows.