“Thoughts on Paper” A single drop lands Alerting you that something is coming The sting surprises you A silent storm is coming The sky darkens; your entire body feels this The frustration builds as more drops fall The frustration turns to helplessness It surrounds you, the cold seeps into your bones It is coming The clouds are black, the wind is swirling Churning your stomach Making you weak Not another storm, not now, not again As the feelings well up inside You sense the turbulence down to your core You feel the rumbling in your soul The darkness is enveloping … Continue reading Silent Storm