It was an awakening.

Drifting happily through life;
Years feel like days feel like years –
No hint of the worlds as yet unseen.
And then…

The desert is grey with rain.
Sand runs into mud,
Puddles join, streams form, waters gather.
The storm a cocoon, soft and close.

Light pours through cracks.

Rainbows reflect in scattered pools.
A metamorphosis, a change.
Silken stormy rags quickly fade,
Newly forged wings dry in the sun.

…eyes open wide.
Sight that tames forever,
Life a dustless crystal sky.
New perspectives reveal new wonders.

It was an awakening.