Once Upon a Storm

By Violet Sengjaroen

Fragrant sobs trickled and bled through concrete,

Bitter nights as this, fed greens: abundant.

For they damped those attire wet, quenching heat,

Which left sadness and distress once a sun.

Yet in dusks will you notice a fly’s light,

Or an owl’s morn and flittermouse’s breakfast

Or rather a serene drowse for the night.

Heavy fall does not prolong for epochs.

Soon after such, seas waved and rivers flowed,

As puddles of a toddler’s wet boots jump,

Laughter followed past a silver sob show,

And arcs of colours painted skies for once.

Even in the rainstorms of lightning threads,

The radiant rays always trailed after dreads.