The Break

They sat so low and beneath the troubled sky. With a mind in gray, amongst the southern clouds. There was no light or loves to be found. Only a shadowed silence that covered their haze. And a persistent phase that sickened their gaze. They shifted their eyes toward the white blank page. Their small simple book laid waiting in their hands. It was deprived and senseless, a hollow reflection. For neither of them would the words rise to grace. Only the sky and clouds, to instill their disgrace. Yet in the soulless solitude came a sudden break. The rain began to pour and touched the shaded page. It touched them too, falling into their black hair. Without a care for thoughts or patterned sentiments. Weathered and present, tapping at the tops of tenements. They rose their eyes to meet the given change. Used their mind to listen and their sickness the same. Then embraced the coolness that stroked their face. And in the tender caresses, they found traces of light. Remembered and realized, they then began to write.