Friday, 5 August 2016


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