I don't know when this storm will let up
these heavy clouds
dripping with acidic rain
looming above me
these dark masses
dropping silent bombs
onto my skin
this choked breathing
this sense of drowning
this water up my nose
this hair dripping wet
these clothes clinging to my body
this storm I can't do jack **** about
this broken umbrella
this soggy box of cigarettes
this wet, cold, life of mine
is so ironically occurring
during the summertime