You are full of deluges, thunder lips and lightning eyes, footsteps punctured by light claps, voice parted by turbulent winds, You are the last light in this greying darkness, the last calm before these endless howls, the eye of the storm.
You catch me in this mud-tracked ground battered by wind and rain, umbrella turned and turning out-inside, and inside-out like the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. You watch my knees begin to shake and steady them with your glance.
You make me wish away the rain dances, the raincoat choruses caroming the river-ran streets in the middle of day like a colourful charade, the desperate songs and car horn honks and fog-lit buses and street lamps piercing through this watery veneer.
Am I lost in Your sea of silence?
I don’t know, but I know that I have drowned in these storms before.
And I know, that my cheeks run with Your rainwater now.