The air is strange,
after a hurricane
when the winds howl
fades to a whisper.
the air is heavy with mist and ghosts of raindrops
scattered after ricochetting off the ground
The world is strange after a hurricane,
the sun doesn't beam,
instead, she softly smiles
at every dewdrop
and kisses every iris
and everything is glimmering
And just like that,
the world is alright again.
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