Through Thunderstorms

As the city simmers down
And the air starts to rest,
The night sky brightens up,
Roaring and pouring – no test.

Staring out the open window,
Only the sounds of the sky and our breaths,
Peace and stillness amidst the thunderstorm,
Chaotic lives amiss.

Through another window of a darkened room,
Staring blankly ahead,
Full of thought, full of sorrow,
Wistfully beautiful in her head.

March 22, 2020

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