Watching the storm

Awaiting the inevitable

You stand shoulder to shoulder and watch the storm approach the city.
They say that a storm ‘rolls in’, but this one leeches, creeps, syphons.
Tumultuous indeed, what passes between you on this ledge,
without word, gesture or touch, understanding, plainly, the finality.

As the light leaks out of the scene ahead and the wind picks up, 
you wait for the inevitable. Turning your head, expecting
to see a face, you find no-one. What did you imagine, when you 
knew they never would have been here in this moment?

The rain begins to paint the hewn rocks of this magnificent building.
And as the stones shine, you feel, with fear, your desires diminishing.

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Taken from the top of St.Paul’s Cathedral in London in 2021 on the Nikon d750

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