It’s quiet here. 9:12am although it could pass for pm due to storm cloud cover. Rain. Always raining. A lightning bolt from nowhere goes to somewhere I can’t see to split my vision into two jagged halves. I am startled. I hear no thunder. I am startled in the silence of the storm. I am in the storm and I feel its drip drop clatter replaced with a pause. I pause. I bend my breathing toward the sun where it’s rising – still rising – from the east. I think about a place the sunlight reaches. I think about just one place. I feel its warmth and hear its birds chirp chirp and its wind chimes clang. It is mine. Its absence is mine in the silence of the storm. I wait.