The sky closes in and the wind picks up

Creaking limbs let go of dead leaves

Falling and sticking to everything below

Pelting droplets find their way

Through the canopy above

Muddied boots sink in softened ground

Eyes up, hoping to rinse away

The dirt and grime of days gone by

Hopeful for the past to be washed clean

Ready for the storm to pass

And to start life again, renewed