THE TEMPEST

After the storm
passes, its
raging furious
beating, pounding
roaring uncontrollably
subsides,
The crashing
killing
surf
ebb slowly
into calmer waves
Black clouds slowly
gradually
disperse dissipate
fade away
angry darkness
lightens
to gray
For a few moments
all is calm in the world
a sad
peaceful quiet
hangs in the air
An unhappy serene
stillness-
The calm after the storm

AN: extended metaphor