here
in the silence
the night holds
a breath
as it awaits
a whistle
of wind
a low moan
the first touch
of moisture
fallen
released from above
a blow
from the restless
the gusting
of an impatient refrain
and a pause
to meditate
for a moment
waiting
for the storm
to break
~
We can hear it
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I have a musical home, Derrick. Moans and shrieks and whistles.
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Great. That pause before all hell breaks loose, when you just know what is coming.
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There was a bit of whistling and a bit of moaning last night, Kaz. I really enjoy listening to it.
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