Moist air lingered before what would come,
‘The peace before the storm’
They would say.
Oh, I disagree,
The ‘Peace’ to me is overwhelming
A single form of unrecognised suppression,
Energy, a force,
Wanting to let go.
Let free.

Is it tired of hiding?
A crackle and flash,
Accompanied by the piercing downpour.
To many, this is danger;
To some, this is relief.
Now, all is still
All is over.
The ‘Peace’ has began
Once again.