I don’t know if you ever listened to the sky
when it gets hungry.
It growls.
It rumbles.
Even roams.
It sits in the dark,
contemplating what it wants.
Then,
Boom.
Thunder hits
without warning.
At some point,
we've all been there
hungry, with no idea
what we want to eat,
no one to ask,
everything sounding good.
Thunder hits again.
The hush left to whisper
between lips,
******* in air.
It’s enough to make you mad.
The rain doesn’t wait.
The lightning
not knowing where to begin.
Hunger waits for release.
I am the moment
that waits for you
in-between
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC
I don’t know if you ever listened to the sky
when it gets hungry.
It growls.
It rumbles.
Even roams.
It sits in the dark,
contemplating what it wants.
Then,
Boom.
Thunder hits
without warning.
At some point,
we've all been there
hungry, with no idea
what we want to eat,
no one to ask,
everything sounding good.
Thunder hits again.
The hush left to whisper
between lips,
******* in air.
It’s enough to make you mad.
The rain doesn’t wait.
The lightning
not knowing where to begin.
Hunger waits for release.
I am the moment
that waits for you
in-between
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