After the rain, comes the storm…the rain once more…then the scent of air afresh and a world anew- past mistakes forgiven. At once anything is possible.
We often felt like that. Muttered assurances, "it'll be alright, she'll understand". You seemed happy, I left it at that.
We were often tired. Still, there was much arching under over-used hands (as much for this purpose as any other). We couldn't do much- for then the others would hear. It seems stupid now; they were as much a part of it as we. But still we were careful. The threat then was real. …Perhaps she'd have forgiven you…
…Or at least understood what we thought she would. As though the air had been cleared and all was understood, like a storm just broken. With that smell still lingering in the air…