Before The Storm

Before the storm,
The sun smeared beneath charcoal sorrow,
Though the rocks were still warm,
Keeping hopes reborn,
That the darkness would clear by tomorrow,
All our fears proven wrong,
But the curtain formed,
And draped across the day as we prayed, and we mourned, and recalled,
All that had transformed,
Since before the storm,
When we knew blue and brightness and nothing more.