The peace before the storm

The peace before the storm
G.Stannus

There’s nothing like the peace
that precedes the thunderstorm,
the calm that accompanies the warmth
-and the darkening cosiness.

When heard on a mellow radio,
there’s nothing like lightning
striking somewhere, static
-as people chat inconsequentially.

There’s nothing like the gradual
stillness of the air,
a storm
– poised to strike

there’s nothing like expectation
voices sounding somehow different
thoughts and feelings
– somehow strangely roused.

There’s nothing like
new situations developing,
which call for new responses,
-is there, darling?