Finally, it comes
and I can breathe again
even with the world crashing around me
and terror towering above.
Clarity of sky brings clarity of mind - take it away:
the lovely blue sky
fading at the edge
and then the sun, pure pure white
and blazing with all the colors in the universe - let me forget,
let my thoughts fuzz around the edges like bad reception.
I love the brilliance
but right now I am happy to let it rain
with the soft water grazing my cheeks and tickling the roots of my hair.
It's almost done now

(A/N - My interpretation of the stillness right before the clouds drop everything they're carrying.)

The calm before the storm:

quietly frightening,

innately peaceful;

unsung power emanating throught the air.

The buzz of life stops,

the hum of labor ceases,

all is still -

waiting.

I stand here, feeling the water washing over my feet, watching the waves come towards me. The water is dark, making the crests of the waves seem even whiter. In the twilight, I can barely tell where the ocean ends and the sky begins.

I feel the sand shifting, moving as the wave retreats, changing every second. I dig my feet in, trying to make a mark, but the next wave comes and washes every evidence that I was ever there away. It is like the tide of life, relentless, always changing, unsympathetic to feelings and desires.