Silent Rain

The wind was blowing harshly. The sky was turning an angry gray and in this time of misery it took my breath away. Staring into the darkness, I saw the bleakness with my eyes. I calmly pulled my whipping hair back, swallowing my frightened cries. The leaves were falling fast, the trees were shaking strongly, and in my lost, spinning, torrents of thoughts, all my worthless fears were forgot.

Maybe it was the rippling pond, as it was beat down from the pouring rain. It could have been the raging wind that pushed fiercely against my face. It might have been the lighting flashing across the endless sky, but in my mind, in that single moment, as the thunder shook my trembling soul, I knew it was the rain. It, so oddly, was raining silently. I called it silent rain.