Eye of the Storm

She stood in the road, soaked to the bone in rainwater.

It was howling, raging all around her.

For days, she had tried to stay dry.

She hid in makeshift shelter.

She covered her face.

But it was no use. 

The rain came 

and no one could stop it

and she could not avoid it forever.

So she stepped into the storm and waited.

Just when she thought it would never end, 

the rain slowed to a steady mist.

The black clouds parted for a moment

and a single, splintered ray of light fell on her.

The suddenness made her squint.

But soon, her eyes adjusted.

It was beautiful,

the way she looked.

Standing there covered in light,

staring up at the clouds

soaking wet.

She could see the sheets of rain coming toward her.

But the light transfixed her.

The storm didn't matter.

Only the light.

She stared, praying it would last

drinking in it's warmth and the rainbow that sparkled out of it.

She knew what the storm felt like.

She knew she could only wait for it to pass.

But in that moment,

she forgot about the rain

her soaking clothes

the howling wind.

She could only thank Heaven for the Eye of the storm.

And for that shattered shard of sun.