Misty Morning

There was a wild, sonorous thunderstorm here last night.  The wind whipped at the houses, grabbing at the windows, turning whispers into screeches (much like the ache in my head last night).  The thunder crashed around us, rattling the Earth.  Rain drenched the thirsty Earth.

This morning... there is calm.  The air is filled with mist, thick with fresh renewal.  The skies are still full, clouds lingering, hiding the sun still.  But the calm... oh, the peace of it.  I stood on the front porch this morning, breathing in the heavy air, letting the mist fall on my skin.  It was a quiet caressing this morning and I am so grateful for moments that make me stop, and breathe.

And so I did.

Grateful.