Before the rain
there is a silence
that leans
against the windows
the trees
hold their breath
the birds
misplace their songs
i loosen
nothing
there is weather enough
inside me
the pressure falls
without asking
leaves
turn over
to show
their pale undersides
the sky
forgets its blue
i keep
the same pulse
the rain arrives
not all at once
but patiently
finding
every surface
that believed
it would be spared
the gutters
learn their names
the earth
drinks
without gratitude
i keep
the same pulse
night
comes early
wrapped
in cloud
lightning
writes
brief truths
across the dark
thunder
answers
long after
the question
i keep
the same pulse
by morning
the branches
carry
what they survived
the puddles
borrow
a quieter sky
someone says
the storm
has passed
they are right
and not
the air
begins again
i keep
the same pulse
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Aarsh Malik
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