The Storm is Over

The storm is over.
The winds remain
and hit my ear drums
making the sound of rolling thunder.
The overflowing water in the creek bubbles
and churns as it rolls down
past rocks and pushes fast debris indiscriminately.
Puddles are left to maneuver
and trees overhead still drip rain.
The sun is cautiously reasserting
itself in the sky.
While the dark clouds fade in the distance.