In the break of a storm
Rain acts like cars whizzing past pedestrian's faces
Blinking with watery head lights
And deafening horns of water-droplets
Beating on the heads of concrete drums
The wind like the underbelly of a lawn mower
With teeth, circular, sharp
and vicious enough to cut the point off blades
Of grass
When strong gusts blows
Hats off men’s heads
The stretch of jagged lightening
Mocks the warmth of yellow light
As its golden blade cuts through
The butter-soft black and blurry night
And the pruned weeds of people
That turn earth’s green brown
Count after the flash of light
So similar to the sun of daytime
They swore was there to brighten their world
1..2..3…
Thunder lets them know how fast the storms
Girth is approaching like
The rings inside a water cup tell you
Something bigger than yourself is walking towards you
It’s footsteps a voice that causes even the best intentioned daisy
To lose a petal or two.