To me, silence is like a storm

 Its stillness is like lightning 

Striking the mouths of people, leaving them electrocuted with peace and only hushed, hot, and heavy breath

Weary words and tired sentences progressively, over time, fade away 

Its silvery, smokey clouds expanding of secrets and lies

 getting larger every second across the vast sky

 Its winds dancing throughout rooms

 tousling the outside noises leaving everything softly muted in gloom 

 and the rain droplets of quietness multiplying or growing, pounding the ground making

tiny puddles of only thoughts and voiceless opinions however

The thing about a storm, though, is that it does not last forever…