First Storm | SDC Challenge - Symphonic Sounds: Orchestral Imagination 🎻

[Verse] The evening hangs like a held breath, amber and slow Wasps drift drunk on the plums below Sheets on the line don’t stir, not a thread Summer’s been over a week, and nobody’s said Beyond the ridge the colour starts to bruise Violet to iron, and the air has news [Pre-Chorus] A shiver runs across the field The stillness cracks, no going back Every latch and shutter yields [Chorus] First storm, and the hillside comes undone Slate roofs shudder, one by one Hedges bow low, and the hay takes flight Tree trunks lean toward the lowering light First storm, The meadow flattens, ash-gray and torn The whole land trembles, and is reborn First storm, None of it lost, though all of it thrown Back to the wind it once called its own Lightning, forked. Thunderhead, near. Warm rain, sudden. Cold air, shoved. The whole sky's torn First storm [Verse] The first cold gust turns the maples inside out Silver on the underside, a flash, a shout A door slams somewhere, a loose gate swings Starlings scatter on startled wings Rain-smell rises off the baking stone And the whole street stands there, stunned and alone [Pre-Chorus] Thunder takes the long way round Closer now, and the earth begins to shake I hold my place, and don’t back down [Chorus] First storm, and I stand where the lane gives way Soaked to the bone with no words to say Grit in my teeth and my pulse running wild Small as a seed, astonished as a child First storm, No one to impress, and nothing to prove Just a body in weather, learning to move First storm, Alive in a way I can’t understand With the whole roaring dusk in my hand Downpour, slate. Deep rumble, close. Gale, full-force. Half the town dark. Leaves in a swarm First storm [Verse] By midnight the village lies rinsed and thin Gutters still muttering, spilling in One star slips loose from the tearing cloud I walk back through what the night has stripped And feel a lifetime’s weight has slipped Past one lit window, steady and proud [Bridge] I kept the windows open till November Gave the season every reason to remember Nothing stays for the ones who grip it tightest Things only linger for those who hold them lightest [Pre-Chorus] Unclench the jaw, uncurl the fist Let the old ache thin to mist [Final-Chorus] First storm, I tip my face up, laughing wide Every doubt I owned, flung aside The whole dark country shakes itself awake And all that’s left is mine to take First storm, Let it wash me down to what is true Let the morning find me something new First storm, I walked out holding all that I feared And watched the weather take it, and disappear [Outro] Last drops falling from the eaves Counting down what autumn leaves Clear and quiet, still The hush comes back, and I let it First storm... First storm...