the Aftermath of the Storm

I listen to the whispering of the wind,
And the drops of the rain,
And I open my eyes, and let the light flow into my brain,
And look out at the view, the stormy gray clouds breaking up into clear, blue sky,
I hear the birds chirp and emerge, searching the ground for food.
I hold up my hand, and feel the slight warm breeze,
Just as the tropical storm fades away,
And then, I smile.