Where there is immense rage

Intense, overwhelming emotion

And pain that cries

For relief and release,

There is a storm.

 

The storm knows nothing

Apart from its own surge

It can neither see, nor does it care

About the signs you had painted

For right and wrong.

 

The storm thunders-

An artistic expression

Of deafening silence.

It brings in powerful gusts of wind

And its tears wet all of earth.

 

In protest

It breaks down windows

And tears down the walls

That guard our fears.

Our facades can no longer protect us.

 

Storms are great levellers.

They drown out the sounds of normalcy,

Flatten the structures

That order and separate us

And compel us to rebuild our world.