I am the storm
I come bearing colorful flower petals
Dancing in the wind.
And the fragrance of a distant drenching rain.
I also carry abrasive dust and sand,
Broken branches smashing through glass,
And the memory of freedom.

I am the storm:
In motion is my existence
Amidst chaos my beauty.
I can’t be ignored
But I won’t stop to be your companion,
And sit by your side as you grow old.
No, none of that–
For I can not linger.

So take my gifts:
the flowers and the rain,
the leaves and the sand.
For surely the storm will stop
With only trails of dust on the ground
Marking the direction it went.
And soon that too will be gone.