Where is the rain? The sky lies heavy and dark above our heads Broken with the silent surges of lightning That fade away Only to come back Brighter and angrier But silent Reflecting my own mind The bursts of anger Which will not Cannot Be voiced However much I try Strain The clouds repress the sound And the thunder does not show Nor does my voice Instead We sit in silent fumes Only the flashes are seen But so briefly That it might just be imagination And I wonder Where is the rain? back to the writings page