Inner Storm

A drip

A drop

A silent

Rushing

Soothing

Feeling

Wet

To the

Touch

It suddenly is

Raging

Clashing

Waves are

Overtaking

Wind is

Racing

Against the

Tide

The water

Calms

The storm

Reduces

To a

Slowly

Flowing

Calmly

Pulsing

Mass of

Water at

Peace with

The world

And at

Peace with

Itself