Evolving Emotions: Awaiting the Boom

A lingering anticipation

Tenses your muscles

The very fibers of your being

Alert

Waiting

Your throat constricts

A thump in your chest moves you

Something screams inside your skull

For the thunderous booms

That will invade your ears

Lingering

Pleading

Everything is still.

The drums erupt.

Pummeling the shingles

The wind howls in grief

At the loss of it all

Everything is washed away

A barren, hard wasteland

A rain of tears mourns for you

What once was hard, softens

Tremors pulse

In the aftermath

After a short while

And a long eternity

It ceases.

The anticipation begins once more.