The Silence in the Storm

The evening grew silent for a moment but brief

My feet touched down upon my balcony floor

which still held the warm rememberance of the sunny day

As my hands rested upon the rainkissed steel

framing the picture perfect view of a calming storm

The wind brushing my skin

whilst flickering lights paint the blue-grey clouds

And draw the sketchy outlines of a beautiful silence

found within none less but deafening thunder

As the wind draws my words and renders me speechless

I closed my eyes as a sigh was all that left my lips

The rain painting an image on the canvas the wind had cleaned

One of ocean waves lightly carrying heavy thoughts away from me

And inside, the wind lay still.