Tempest

She blew in like a storm unexpected. You know the kind. One minute everything’s clear, next thing you’re covered in rain and your world’s turned upside down. And although the sky’s moody you can’t help but be mesmerized by its intensity.
She washed away all of which I was certain and disappeared just as quickly as she came. And when the sun broke through my world was fresh and I saw everything in a different way.

That’s what good storms do.  They never leave you the way they found you.