Angry skies roaming
with the sound of
a thousand wild horses’
hooves stamping…
Light dimmed,
clouds somber and
threatening… Flashes,
lightning scarring the horizon!
Burning my corneas…
Light serpents coming and
disappearing again,
I am waiting,
I am waiting
for the rain… Thunder
loud and getting closer!
The storm is near,
I feel its hunger. Where’s
the wind, nowhere
to be found, everything
so still, but this deep
scolding shaking the ground.
I cover my head, I cover
my ears… Oh! Angry skies,
won’t you just leave?