The air after the storm

I was breathing the rain in through the pores in my skin
The clouds were dissipating in the west
Replaced by the pinks and oranges
Of a Summer twilight
The air was charged with the last of the storm
And the house was quiet in the absence of our daughter
Peace reigned over the household at last
I walked from room to room through the stillness
The roar of the thunder and the crack of the lightening
Passing away into the deep blue darkness of the eastern sky
And the distance and fallability of my fickle memory.