The rain comes heavy,
pounding the roof, the leaves, the earth,
filling the air with a rhythm only I understand.
The stream rushes,
water falls from the roof in thick sheets,
wildlife stirs in the distance,
the wind rises and fades,
but nothing is loud.
I sit with my head tilted back,
eyes closed,
breathing in the weight of the sky.
No one understands when I say
this is silence.
I don’t understand it either.
But here, surrounded by the storm,
I feel it,
deep, still, endless, silence.
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Nash Georges
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Comments (1)
Aww, I feel you! Love your poem especially these lines: "But here, surrounded by the storm, I feel it, deep, still, endless, silence." - the peace in between these words 🤍