Like the white of lightening,
Pulsating its veins against the
Angry purple sky;
Like the wild claps of thunder,
Beating tirelessly against
Windows and doors;
Like the furious scattering of rain,
Throwing punches at the
Asphalt of the streets and sidewalks;
Like a violent summer storm,
You rip my insides apart with
The force of your winds and
****** me up in your
Unpleasant storminess,
And I hate you as much as
The sun hates the rain clouds
Stealing away its glow
While madly loving you as
The flowers love the rain storms
For calming to a drizzle,
Leaving their floral thirsts quenched.

Yet,
I remain dry,
Thirsty,
Desperate for more rain
That never seems to come
In the desert where you left me
Alone.
Or rather,
Where I lead myself
To escape your monsoon.