After The Storm Comes The Calm Novels & Stories

But she was ‘still’ a kid and for once, she was glad about it. After the storm comes the calm. The wind normalizes, blowing gently across the earth, swaying trees and grasses as they dance seductively to celebrate the return of normalcy. The dark clouds shift, revealing clear skies, a mockery of its former state. Still, the havoc the storm wrecked remains fresh in the minds of all. The grounds are wet and water flows in torrents in gutters and canals. Sandra looked at the darkened sky from the veranda of their new apartment. Stars littered the sky, some bright, some dim. She exhaled. A movement behind her made her turn.

But this morning carried a particular stillness that had nothing to do with fatigue and everything to do with certainty. The storm had passed. Not the one that had darkened the skies the night before, loud and violent and brief. That had been nothing more than weather. Beatrice had lived through storms that did not announce themselves so honestly. Storms that arrived smiling, bearing contracts and promises, and left entire families altered beyond recognition. No. This was something else. This was the calm after a decision had finally taken root. She lifted her teacup, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine. Her hands were steady. That, more than anything, told her she had been right.

I am no more worried of the storm, I am certainly worried of the calm before it All Hearts !!

And this time, when their eyes met, it wouldn’t be a storm. It would be the calm that follows.

“Together. Always.” The calm was temporary. The storm was coming. And when it hit, nothing would ever be the same.

I said. “Girl, your career is just beginning, you’re an author now, plus we’ll have so much fun, the worst is behind you” Carrie said with a sympathetic tone. I must admit I have felt so much better this past week, mainly because Carrie has kept me busy helping out at the beauty salon but also because I learned that the monster Ethan was finally caught by the police after hiding away since the whole ordeal. Before he was caught I felt like I was constantly looking over my shoulder but now I feel a sense of relief.

Maybe even peaceful. The calm before the storm.

She explained about the syllabus and about the previous lessons. Mrs.Smith explained, "So we have already completed our last chapter. Today we are going to start a new poem named, 'After the Storm' by William Wordsworth." Then looking at Daisy, Mrs. Smith ordered, " Daisy Miller, will you read the poem loudly so that rest of the class can hear?" Daisy replied obediently, "Yes, Mrs. Smith." Then she started reciting the poem, standing in her place, in her silvery voice. The poem sounded like a melodious song in her sweet voice.

Listening to the birds chirping and enjoying the heat from the sun on my skin. I see the bus in a far, I walk up to the end of the driveway as it stops. I smile, knowing Jayden is home, I then watch as Jayden is coming off the bus. Knowing, no matter what happens, he is my happiness and I will do whatever I need to do to protect him. So for now, we will be the calm before the storm.

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣