Wishing for

There are some silences that make the world crumble.
A silence so deep, you can hear the wingbeat of a butterfly.
The whole world has deciced to stay silent.
Or maybe, there's still noise out there, but you just can't hear it.
It's the kind of silence that forebodes the storm.

That's when you know something's not right.
But you can't guess what's wrong either.

So you just stay in that silence.
Wishing for the sound of the rain.

Wishing for a whimper.