Apr 2020
Thunder cracks,
A release of rain,
To soak our clothes,
And chill our bones,
Beneath dark sky,
Turbulent and terrible,
Tremendous and chaotic,
Wind swirling,
Whipping our hair,
Grabbing our scarf,
Cast onto muddy landscape.
Brace yourself,
And weather the storm,
For after the clouds,
Will always come sunshine,
Apres la pluie le beau temps.
A release of rain,
To soak our clothes,
And chill our bones,
Beneath dark sky,
Turbulent and terrible,
Tremendous and chaotic,
Wind swirling,
Whipping our hair,
Grabbing our scarf,
Cast onto muddy landscape.
Brace yourself,
And weather the storm,
For after the clouds,
Will always come sunshine,
Apres la pluie le beau temps.
This is one of my favorite French phrases which literally translates to "After the rain, nice weather." A poem of an entire nation that I just wanted to pay tribute to.
