the golden silence
flickers upon walls
as rain quickly rolls
down the windows
collecting rivers
within streets and
muting city lights
instantaneously
to a churning,
wakeful night sky
we watch the silence
grow, birthing
nature in every breath
calling us from windows
to stand in beating rain
and travel the streets in
coldest, raging currents
blown sideways by wind
yet still we walk,
gazing in amazement
at the beauty that
can be found
even in the
strongest of storms
