The silence is after a broken thunder in a
Place where lightning always strikes twice.

They run for cover for it rains in their direction
Others not touched but this storm opened up.

This is, was precipitation of clouded thoughts,
Anger not spoken but ventured in moments  

With a resounding silence lightning struck twice
And then the rumbling of wheels then muteness.

Then the quietness fell to screams of a instant now
Pasted, lighting strikes twice in the place of no words.