A Deafening Sense of Thunder

A thunderstorm passed over, gun turrets flash. gray hulls rumble and roll above tumultuous clouds. Evening commences to weep - an aftermath, a damp emotive capsizing that barely touches upturned faces yet it washes fright from brows. As seafaring battles go it was a skirmish, flotillas of cruisers awash from near misses; they sailed away leaving this whittling rain, a backwash of electric jism, the distant sound of sailors shouting for rum. Behind our eyes deaf fish mouth deaf bubbles. Sea legs are braced against peripheral nerves. Ozone spumes against inner ears. The wake of the storm mutes and tingles, damps down as it slowly drips into a salty bucket of silence.