It’s almost as if everything stops.
The air stills until the dull murmur of the rain continues
Leaving me restless.
It’s the world’s gasp for air,
A chance to breathe.
Yet I become scared,
In the aftermath of a lethal explosion.
I force myself to face the ceiling.
Becoming intertwined with the popcorn littered sky.
Mountains and valleys of endless imaginations
Creating memories of the oddly cratered canopy,
Taking me back to a land I was happier.
Images etched into my mind that one shape causes me to relive.
But suddenly I awake from my trance.
The room lit from an unwanted light.
Still, the muffled drone of the rain continues
As I wait anxiously for the burst of a cannon.
Eventually, I can return to my world of remembrance
And savor the stillness.