Kawoq
There are some things you just can't prepare for...
Like a spring shower, it began quietly.
A drizzling rain kissed the earth, soft and gentle,
while sunlight still slipped through the clouds.
A joke, a smile.
A glance, a question.
A touch, an answer.
I don’t know if you heard the thunder in the distance.
The lightning was still far away, unseen.
Until it struck — sudden and inevitable.
It wasn’t a surprise to me.
Was it to you?
Maybe you sensed the scent of rain,
the strengthening wind,
the tension thickening in the air.
Maybe you wanted the downpour to wash over you.
Maybe you wanted it to stir the dust.
But maybe you never imagined
how violently it would stir.
You didn’t expect the water to flood everything.
The shower turned into a storm.
The sun vanished behind heavy clouds.
Darker and darker, day after day,
and the rain fell without mercy.
One glance, one question multiplied into a thousand,
but not a single answer remained.
Only thunder in your body.
Lightning in your eyes.
A rising tide.
There was no path.
Nowhere to go.
So you carved a way for yourself —
but in the wrong direction.
You thought you could avoid it.
Yet you still hear the thunder,
in the distance,
in your chest.
The rain hasn’t stopped.
Autumn is only beginning —
the worst is yet to come.
You thought one day the sun would shine again…
Maybe it will.
But the path is already battered by storms,
and the rain keeps falling.
The soil is soaked through;
forever changed.
And if you fall to your knees,
press your hands into the mud,
you’ll see up close:
new life is sprouting
in the storm-worn earth.
Spring and autumn.
Beginning again and continuing.
Ending and rebirth.
Nothing could have prepared you for this storm…