Author’s Note

Some people can walk into a room and never notice the atmosphere change.

I’ve never been one of them.

I notice tone shifts, silence, tension, body language, eye contact, emotional static—sometimes before a word is even spoken. Rooms have always felt alive to me in that way, almost like weather systems with their own pressure and temperature.

For a long time, I thought that sensitivity meant something was wrong with me.

But over time, I realized I wasn’t imagining things. I was just noticing things other people either missed or ignored.

This piece came from that feeling: walking into spaces and immediately sensing the emotional climate shift around you.

Not because you’re dangerous. Not because you want attention.

But because some people carry storms quietly, and other people instinctively react to the pressure.

The important part is this:

Not every storm is destructive.

Sometimes thunder is just thunder. Sometimes lightning never comes.

— Rowan Evans

Weather in My Chest
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I enter rooms and I can feel
the weather shift,
the emotion gets thick
like humidity—
and the temperature
begins to rise.

And eyes
move like clouds
across the sky
as they follow me.

Drifting toward
the horizon line,
at the edge of the room.

I can hear the whispers
rumble like thunder,
as the questions
begin to spin.

“What are they doing here?”
“Who invited them?”

I’ve learned
to stand still
in the middle of it,
let the noise
break around me
like rain on concrete.

“Why are they so quiet?”
“Are they judging us?”

They don’t know
I’m not here
to bring the storm—

I just carry weather
in my chest,
and rooms react
how they react.

I’m not the danger
they whisper about—

I’m just the one
who notices
the temperature
before anyone else does.

They don’t realize
I’ve felt this
my whole life—
rooms shifting,
eyes gathering,
like weather
drawn to heat.

I feel the pressure
drop behind me,
the way people tense
like they’re waiting—

for lightning
that never comes.

Journey into the Hexverse…

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[The Streets I Walk When I Sleep]
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[Memories From a Life Yet to Come]
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[Separate Timelines]
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If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]