December 26, 2012


The rain
has stopped,
gone somewhere
a long way off.
The world's asleep,
darkness filling
every corner.
In the stillness,
I listen for a reason
why we are here,
laying awake
each night
in the quiet, hearing
rain, far off thunder,
knowing we cannot
see beyond tomorrow,
never forgetting
the sound and the fury,
its approach forever
meant to warn us,
coming through
so loud, so clear.