Storm Silence

In the rain there is nothing, No movement, no sound

Laying on the ground, there was nothing. No sound, no movement, nothing. Only silence. The sky drizzled and in the corner of an eye was movement, movement in the stillness and silence. Though no sound accompanied that movement: No sound because maybe the listener was deaf at that moment. Only the slight sight of a splash indicated the movements settling next to the laying.

Time flew, no sound accompanied. Lips suddenly met lips. Rough and hot, smooth and passionate. Coming together with willing pleasure. Eyes closed–when next opened there was nothing. No movement, no sound.

All there was– was rain.