Under awning after the storm
rain beats in puddles
steady as an old clock’s chime
marking storm’s retreat
early lights soften the night
as people forgot sorrow
darkness abandoned
like a lover’s hand let go
lurks in empty rooms
dull chords swell behind closed doors
urging hearts back into light
lone piano chords
wander through silver curtains
slipping down stone streets—
notes weave with the rain’s soft breath
dissolving like whispered mist
Café tables glow
lamps mirrored in rain-slick glass
offering pardon—
voices rise like waves of song
as couples embrace in light
two currents once torn
flow together at day’s end
merging once again—
storm drifts into tender dusk
thunder fades to memory
shattered awnings heal
stretching wide toward the sunset
much stronger now
roots sunk deep in firmer ground
and canvas is made anew
frayed lines grip the cleat
holding mast against the gale
canvas leaps awake
love unfurls its sail once more
steered by winds that once broke it
storm once split the mast
yet the sails held fast
love remade the seams
rekindled our dreams
under the awning
after the storm passed
after the storm passed
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