The screams of the thunder make the Earth fall silent.



For just a few minutes, its rage brings peace.



The short rains that follow after the sky clears feel like tears, the sorrow of realising that your anger brought no change. Everything returns to normal, as if your frustrations never existed.



Cars drive on. People scream on. Birds sing on. Your peace is temporary, your existence is meaningless.



But at least you had peace to bring.