Storms

Lately I’ve been finding comfort in the storm

Like a default setting

I wait for her to come around

In all her chaos and wreckage

Bringing so much change

Pills hard to swallow

Drowns me in lessons

Tells me she’ll always come back for me

Whenever I lose sight of myself

When all else fails and 

The leaves lose all meaning

The flowers dry and dreary

She will come back to take everything away

To start over from scratch

New buds prop up through the wet mud

It smells like the day I fell in love

With her again

And I remember what love should feel like

I say my thanks to the passing storm

And bow my head in loving respect

To the gentle fury of nature

Forever humbling me.

                                    --Ananya Murali

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore