After the Storm

I've never understood the phrase "calm before the storm"
There is no calm before a storm
Those moments are fraught
Twisted and tense
Filled with anxious dread that makes your stomach churn

No
I am calm once the storm has passed
When I run out of rain
When I have raged, and cried, and sobbed
Until there is nothing but the space my storm occupied

That's when I find calm
It's where I find clarity

A storm is a story
A sequence of events
It is the release of pressure
Like most stories
It is best understood at the end