The Calm Before The Storm Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

you are lifting the eyebrow up
looking into the cloudy sky
and there were no at least thunderbolts
around still there is a flash of lightning
stretched air is shimmering
you won't find the waft
only stuffy and muggy
anyhow still grey
only quietest silence
and this uncomfortable danger
it is so strange that you would sit down
and burst into tears
because no longer you know
what such symptom means straight from the sky
whether it is the calm before the storm
whether these are already lives end
whether also still need lives