The storm needful...

Last evening
A storm took place
It raged
With thunder
Sending shiver...
But this morn
When I look up and see
Find only calm and cool
Moderation...

The streets looked fresh
As if they are swept
By municipal workers...
The garden grass look watered...
The soil seems soft and yielding...
And the breeze has kindness
As if the storm was needed
To make everything so good...

The storm last night
Took away all melancholy and thorns and pricks
And only brought out the core...
The best one...the pure...

The storm last night
Brought a renaissance in me...
A renaissance of sorts-
A painter's dream
A writer's hopes
A sculptor's feel
An explorer's heart...

The storm last night
Did the needful thing...