Calm Before Chaos

The dark cloud comes rolling in; the storm is contained within. The electricity in the air will thicken; the energy making my pulse quicken. The silence is deafening, it is so loud; as The moon disappears into the storm cloud. As the night overtakes the day; a train whistle blows, from far away. The musty smell of rain; promising clean air once again. I hold completely STILL; as I ponder my life upon this hill. TRANQUIL beauty; it is so SERENE; what the definition of PEACEFUL must really mean. Not a single soul to be found. QUIET; at this moment I hear no sound. Moments like these are worth it all; when we take time to enjoy them all. This is my moment of CALM; amidst the chaos that calls me Mom. May 15, 2021 Writing prompt-Calm Constance La France By Poet Place 3