I feel a storm coming...the clouds are rolling in.
It was different this morning...the air is now so thin,
so fragile and pretentiously foul;
I keep my head in a deepened bow.
The sky is angry...rippling with my fury.
As clouds divide...billow in size, the sheets of water fall at speed.
The sky, its torn heart: it pleads while it bleeds.
Bitter taste, the salty tears,
Thunder clap! He ever nears.
The boom and the thud...the thickening mud;
The lightning flash of our past...
The sky buckles and falls apart, the light splitting its seams like a dart.
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