The liquid poured from the sky As if the gods were screaming Yelling their triumph from the heavens And showering their domain in the blood of nonbelievers
Today, it poured
The sound of rain on the library roof is something of a dull roar Like the sound of a Roman crowd screaming for their champion as they face the beast from below
Like the sound of sword on shield the repeated beat of boots on ground of smiles red with blood and faces lined with sweat.
Like the sound of tire on pavement of speed unchecked and controlled of a kiss on the lips and a tangling of breath of lightning forking through the sky
Like the feeling of feeling again Of numbness washed away Of loneliness swirling in a drain Of the rebirth of Peebles, Kay