Between silences
I can hear the storm
closing in, a low rumble
at distance
following a brightening of the sky.
Another silence.
Another flash
and I’m
c o u
n t i n g
s e c
o n d s
to a louder crash
signifying its presence.
I can feel the tension
in our next silence.
Waiting for you to explode,
the storm upon us now,
and I am the lightning rod
to your anger filled rant,
a thunderhead of emotion
pouring out.
I may get drenched in the storm
but the silences
kill.
