After the Storm

Photo by Charles Deluvio on Unsplash

I’m inside again. But this time it’s different. My windows are open.

I hear the birds singing their songs and I sit as close as possible to the open air. The rain doesn’t want to leave. I hear the drops trickling from the water spouts and see them landing on my patio chairs. I feel the cool air hit my face as I type and inhale deeply. A bat swoops from the rooftop and into the trees. A crane flies overhead. It is so still after a…