A trek, down the air filled with the pour of rain,
A stumble upon a carcass, empty and reminding
This land that bears no water, replenished for good thought
A car passes and leaves, the illumination from the fogged lights
Dims out and dies, left alone with a jacket for protection.
Down the road, the ending growing far,
The rain starts to clear, and cracks of thunder take it's place
The flash of lightning and the rising of flames,
Put out by the returning drops of water.
Every time the lightning whips the sky,
The crack of the thunder shakes and wonders the watchers,
As the time slows with every crack of the whip.
The end seems near, but grows only farther,
Where flames and water, lightning and thunder
Gather to dance