Stormfront

 My head is filled with the low rumble of distant thunder
Threatening and creeping closer.

Occasional lightning flashes with sharp cracks of noise.
Momentary blindness followed by fading negative after images.

But no rain. Just boisterous echoes of storms that never arrive
Just nervous anticipation that is never quelled by closure.

Noise and light ever in the background of my mind.
Static filling the spaces between actual sounds and thoughts.

Relentless and foreboding. Incessant and maddening.
No peace. No rest. Awaiting weather that never comes.