Quiet after the storm

Everyone talks of calm, the silence, the quiet before the storm. They call it the lull or something like that…
What do you call the quiet after the storm?
Desolation?

A picture of freedom

Freedom! Freedom! they shouted, walking street to street, raising their arms in the air…
Every door closed, I could see people by the windows, covered in fears. A little girl hid behind a wall, her doll in the street – torn, destroyed – she cried…

Crossing the stream

I can see, he said. What? I asked…
Look, I can see, can you? he said. What? I asked again, trying to see what he saw.
That’s exactly what I saw, he smiled.