Puddles

Change came like a summer storm..

Change came like a summer storm;
No warning, no reprieve.
Just a world so slightly shifted
When at last it made to leave.
And suddenly it seemed
You had to learn yourself anew,
That the sky set inside your eyes
Appeared a darker shade of blue.
Like all at once you had forgotten
How you fit inside your skin,
For the storm had grabbed your soul
And shaken everything within.
Until the things you thought you were
Settled like puddles after rain,
In which you feel like your own reflection
Would never look like you again.