I see the gloomy, gaunt clouds approach with such authority.
The odor of dampness is riding on the dense winds between the plains of the concrete city
I pray,
Pray that storm is as elephantine as well as barbaric as is portrays to be
Lone rain drops splash on the solid, bone-dry cement
And more rain drops plunge
And plunge
And plunge
Until it was an uproar of mass proportions of rain droplets
And I was in the middle
Feeling the rain, imagining the worse
And a heinous little smile cracks over my face like hard asphalt on a hot summers day
People running to refuge
With newspapers and books over their wary heads
And high heels clopping on the wet sidewalk
Its raining
The wind, pushing the trees as the plantation try to exchange
The leaves holding on for dear life
My tan, button-down shirt flapped and rippled
Taking the shape of the harsh, bitter wind its self
The thunder, big and bold as gods voice
The thunder pounds on my weak heart, with every BOOM I recoil
But, the thunder wont hurt me
Sticks and stones mite brake my bones, but thunder will forever horrify me
One more thing is missing
The thing that makes the storm so jeopardous
And strikes fear into mortals
That sends a chill down spines
Lighting
It crackles as it strikes the earth
Making a scar on the homeland
It branches in the sky
And it makes the unseen in viewpoint
The hidden sun , passes through the ash-grays clouds
Bringing faith
Bringing a certain haven to the asinine city
Brings joy into the eyes of young children as they all darted out into the mud puddles
And I walk away
Annoyed