Calm During the Storm

Originally Published February 26th 2024

Photo by Wenniel Lun on Unsplash

Underneath a crescent scythe 
moon on a November eve, 
thunder smashes through onyx 
clouds. Lightning radiates 
in-between every boom, 
spotlighting the speckles
of water coasting down
my mist bestrewn window. 
A few seconds later, 
silence envelops the now 
resting darkness of my room 
and all that remains 
is the soft tiny jewels 
of pittering and pattering 
of gravity-sprung raindrops. 
The rhythm of rain 
is the only ballad—
on nights that produce 
more solace than rainwater 
in streets without storm drains—
that serves as a soothsayer 
for my breathing and
heart palpitations.

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