Silent Storms

This poem was written inspired by a prompt I found: Describe a storm without using sound.

The windows rattle,

My bed shakes me awake.

Rain drops drip,

Leaving trails on my windows.

The cold wind blows.

As I open the front door,

The oddly refreshing scent of salt pours,

Filling my thoughts with relief.

White bolts flash.

The windows rattle,

I fear they'll crack.

But soon I'll be left

Alone again.

With nothing but the rain

And the sounds of my own breath.