it was maybe a day
of silence,
background chatter,
the drone of sameness.
but this is the same as
silence,
really.
so I would busy myself,
quietly
turning things over,
attempting to fill
a void
with thought,
unfocused as it was.
it began to
gnaw at me,
and soon I was certain
that a sadness was lurking,
something horrible.
even though,
hey,
sure,
it was only a day.
one day of nothing.
maybe not even
that.
but silence
amid the
cacophony,
it's like the still
before the climax
of a tragedy.
after a period of mourning,
it washed back in,
a storm of euphoria
filling my pores with
relief,
flooding my senses.
one can't always
appreciate
the importance of rain
until
drought.