Hearing nothing but my breath I wander this war torn city alone. A cool moist breeze hits me from behind Signaling the start of a summer thunderstorm.
The smell of the unfallen rain is heavy As I find my way to an old abandoned park. The brush consumes an old rusted swing set I rest at an old bamboo picnic table.
All around me is destruction and rubble On my left, lightning surrounds black clouds Quickly moving in to consume the city The perfect euphemism for this countryโs inevitable fate
As the rain begins to fall, the sun dips below the tree line Casting a shadow on an old apartment building. Across from it, the swaying palm trees glow orange A luminous contrast to the storm above them
To my right, a couple is sitting on their balcony Swallowing the chaos, welcoming the rain Surrounded by rubble, in this infamous country They find peace in being together