silence

Even the loudest of thunder couldn't drown out the rushing in my ears. Just as quickly as it comes, its gone. The day I died, the rain was coming down so hard you'd think God took it upon himself to stomp across our roof. By the time I saw him he was a reflection in the glass, then an distant face, then a bright light, then nothing. That was the first time I had heard that much sought after sound and right then I didn't mind the lengths it took to get it. I'd give up anything for the stomping and rushing to just stop. and this time I did. This time my reflection was different; unrecognizable. Panic soon started to set in but now it was too late.