72. Waiting

After every storm,
came the gentle morning breeze,
wrapping her arms around me and whispering in my ear
the secrets I was not brave enough to hear.

After every storm,
came the hope of a better tomorrow,
the silent lifting of the clouds,
the distant raising of the glass to the sky.

After every storm,
I’ve waited.
And that precious tomorrow has finally become today.

©Brindology 2016


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