Winds of Change

Sometimes the winds of change
blow every so sweetly & gently rearrange reality.
But today they rip through with a vengance
wreaking havoc on my carefully-ordered world.
Turn me topsy turvy again and again
until i don't even know if i'm me anymore
and am so entangled in the chaos i could suffocate.
Then as suddenly as it began, it stops.
All is still
eerily calm.
And the rain comes crashing down
sweet liberating rain.
All that was so upheaved
begins to settle around me.
And from the maddness there appears a glorious new path,
one that would have went unthought, unpaved & unwalked
Had the wind not been so perfectly, tactfully harsh.
And looking back now on the day,
sitting lulled by the thunder
enchanted by the pitter patter of rain drops on my window
& intoxicated with the scent on the breeze,
I must confess that just for today
I'm grateful I can't control the wind.