perfect silence

the wind floats by, like feathers floating on air
brushing against my face, my hands, my hair
the leaves whispering,sharing unknown secrets.. ones i'll never know
perfect silence
still
the wind roars on but it's soft.
no harm, like what i wish the world would be
i know what's coming
as i sit there and wait
life's like the weather, no disagreements there
with the sun peaking out from behind the clouds
the good thing waiting to happen, to break out of this continuous circle
needing to break the pattern
sick of clouds that keep advancing and leaving
with no signs of change, nothing good, but also nothing bad
sitting there in the silence, wishing, hoping
and then finally change...
there's the rain