Whisper, gentle rumbling
the first drop moistens my heart
Rustle, brilliant flashes
the drizzle soaks me through
Thunder and lightning hold me prisoner
and the storm clouds crowd my mind
How did I end up at the center of this
torrential downpour
finding no escape from its
endless fury
It floods my soul
drowns my hope
blurs the clarity to view my surroundings
From where I stand I cannot
Focus
Succumb
Salt on my cheeks, drips to my tongue
trickles down my throat
I open my eyes and look to the vengeful sky
I can see the heaviness lifting
Darkness brightens
The storm passes
and I am free