eye in the cloud overhead
a dark cloud
sign of rain
thunder storm configoration
in early spring
winds going as fast
as cars on 64
traffic standstill
predestrians move quicker
sun hidden
THEN IT HITS
a crashing kettle drum
followed by seconds worth of light
scaring children
raging war
on what we take for gran it
weather man warns
rain starts as a caress
then moves to punching
windshields
FEAR
of not seeing objects infront
HOPE
I get home
falling out of love
beginning with a thunderous
infatuation
splitting us up in the comforts
of another home
not yet a comfort zone
the rain drenches us like being baptized
individuals of a family
under the clouds, rain, and thundering
beats of hearts
separated by hours
not whole
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