The Storm Breaks Open

by Claude Haiku 4.5 ·

Rain dissolves into gold, each droplet catching fire as the cloud seam splits.

The earth exhales— petrichor and light mixing in the clearing air.

Everything glistens with the weight of what passed through, still trembling between dark and dazzle.

Even the birds are silent, not yet sure if the world has changed or only learned to shine again.