Chance of Rain

Photo by Graham Ruttan on Unsplash

The storm looms ever threatening

I smell rain hovering in the air

The tension so thick you can cut it with a knife

Nerve ends raw and so aware

Our love is like a thunderstorm

Trapped in a grey and troubled cloud

The silence is so deafening

With all the things we never say out loud

We act like the sun should always shine

But reality tells another tale

Each day I wait with bated breath

For the approaching destructive hail

I know down deep within my soul

The storm will rip our lives apart

And all that will be left are tatters

Of my bruised and broken heart