Calm before the storm

I hear the sound of the thunder
Coming from an isolated shower nearby

I see dark clouds slowly forming
As the wind blows it together

I see the sky is getting darker and darker
Waiting for its turn to pour

I hear the sound of the rain
Every drop of it as it hits the ground

And that is all I hear above all other sounds
As I hope to find some answers in the pouring rain

But it signifies nothing
It is just the sound of the rain.
The silence within.