Weather Forecast

A lull before storm it appears,

For such a silence scares me more.

After a long time we breathe like before.

But an uncertainty within it rears.

For a constant threat it bears.

Next moment what horror lies in store.

Like tiny glass fragments enter your skin pore,

That after a crash when forcefully wind sprinkles.

So my imagination overactive has multiplied,

Even tiniest objects through which harm can be supplied.

Like a night spent in deep forest,

Where every illusion creeps even strongest.

Thus am I scrutinizing even slightest situation,

That might lead to agitating confrontation.