Hush

There's a hush
slow and steady
through the room,
the smell of rain
in the air.

I hold my hands
to my ears
as the thunder rolls
overhead
and I beg the sleep
to o'ertake me,
the dreams
to settle this noise
all around me,
for I am afraid
of this raging storm
within and without
that has found me.


(c) JMariah, 2020