Together, they broke in night to trembling of a storm: slow-rolling tremors that lasted then lingered as after-echo through sky and spirit as rain struck in waves upon window face to bursts in flood and change of stirring winds as light danced through energy’s release.
When day arrived, gone was the storm. Sky shone new in a blue of amity and mirth warmed in accent-glow of sun lover’s radiance; and on the wind carried airy sonatas of birds on wing and branch cried out to found and sought lovers across span of sonorous blue in after-wake of spring’s soft tempest.
In the glory of morning’s light, they lain together immersed and amazed in wonder of the change and, too, in after-echo of the storm.