A dark immense sky cast a shadow of fear.
A cool wind sings of better times.
A silent sirene is wailing;
The shrill will deafen me.
I sit alone..by a bench..in a park.
The slides stand alone on a playground..
but there is no joy here.
Not anymore.
The thunder renders its final call...
The sky is closing now.
I bury my head deep in my chest.
I sing a sad lullaby, and wait.
The rain is gentle at first;
Each drop laying on my skin with a lazy sigh.
And easing itself into my heart.
But now an angry beast has arrived!
There is a fierce battle raging...
The lightening forces its way into my soul...
The feeling of electricity is a wake up call.
Maybe I should consider shelter now.
The rain seems to affirm my thoughts...
It pounds on me with a vengence..
I told you so...I told you so...
Even then I cannot move.
Catatonic, Paralyzed, stoic.
I curse the wind and it howls back at me.
As the thunder roars I scream at the top of my lungs.
When the sky lights up so do I.
I stand with my arms outstretched...
My mouth is open as are my eyes.
I need not cry...the rain has taken care of that. I curse some more...I scream some more...Raw emotion has taken over...
I am filled with anger.
I point my finger towards the sky;
As if to look eye to eye at my attacker.
With the fiercest voice, I beg, then plea, With the rainmaker and the one who controls all storms.
Dont fuck with me. Dont fuck with me.