By the Morning

The storm passed in the night
I was rattled by its vicissitude
I's intensity was hardly felt in the night
The morning after the earth was pristine
The winds gently moved the grass
I looked into the storm's eye
I knew the madness

I was relieved and horrified
Had I been in that storm while I slept
What if it came back
What if it scooped me into its madness
What if it ripped my clothes off
In the ascension
The electricity encased my body

I was tentatively alive
I could see the intensity
On the horizon
I apprised the morning
I thought what relief
I had survived
For one more day