Esperar
I love that moment before the storm.
The world goes silent
and dozes and snores.
A prayer summons this bliss to last;
for regular breath,
much unlike the past.
Peace that ends in a series of pours.
Inevitable.
Thunder snaps the core.
The world's awake and is frantic.
Breath turns to howls.
Rain. Tears. Panic.
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