But as we often see, against some storm, A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still The bold winds speechless, and the orb below As hush as death;

erainbowd

The power of expectant silence.
The hush before catastrophe.
The way the world can hold its collective breath in anticipation of something that will change it all
or ruin everything.

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