rain lost its sound

although the petrichor lingered

wind overcompensated

moaning with the collective voice of the voiceless

gusty, angry, and wild

they say it beings with a rumor of endings

this Storm to end all storms

even the wet street 

illuminated by pear-shaped lanterns

smothered the reflection of a purple moon

with eyes wide-open

I observed the enormity of the moment

soaked to the bone

I raised my arms and laughed  

and became the Sun

Image by Adam from Pixabay 

Prompts: OctPoWriMo Day 17, #FromOneLine, #vss365, #writingandhealing, Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie Wordle 292