Shadows and Silhouettes

It's the silence of the rain that breaks the stillness
Or the howling of the wind that starts the storm.
Huddled people stand under bus stop stalls
Hoping for a time when the storm will surely stop.

The sun breaks through an hour before dawn
Whisking away tears shed on yesterday.
Hopeful people, bright and fresh-faced
Walk through sunlight the sky has drawn.

At night they stand so  ready to fight
Over things so trivial, with no remorse.
In the darkness people whisper,
Looking for ways to pull the trigger.

But most days pass in shades of grey,
Nothing more than silhouettes of time.
Wandering, the people they pass,
Nothing more than silhouettes of time.