Silhouette

The sun is bright
but fierce
The rain is tranquil
but piercing
Is it merely a coincidence
Or a conspiracy
by something divine
The skin is numbed 
by the rain
baked, by the sun
The hand wants to write 
the mind refuses to comply
The heart's flooded
with waves unknown
while the soul runs dry
Suddenly, the eyes
are startled
by a silhouette
with sun above 
and damp earth beneath
The ears strain
to catch a breath
or sound
but all they hear
is the rain's muffled silence...