In the middle of a heavy
terrible storm
my mind wanders to the sun.
Beads of water drip
off my eyelash as I close it
and feel the warmth
of a hot august day.
The thunder is doing
what thunder does best
grows louder
gets closer, I would
give anything for
a red hot sunburn
that stings to the third degree.
The lightning drenched
natures rave
reflecting off
puddles only
makes me crave
the hardened
thirsty light
that dehydrated pavement absorbs
like a victim to
the days rays.
Finally- a break
in the clouds.
Silence.
Heat.
The sunlight is better
than my wildest dreams.
Glowing lines protrude
from all angles like
a crude childrens drawing.
My expectations
far succeeded.
The sun screams
my name.
And suddenly
I miss the rain.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
In the middle of a heavy
terrible storm
my mind wanders to the sun.
Beads of water drip
off my eyelash as I close it
and feel the warmth
of a hot august day.
The thunder is doing
what thunder does best
grows louder
gets closer, I would
give anything for
a red hot sunburn
that stings to the third degree.
The lightning drenched
natures rave
reflecting off
puddles only
makes me crave
the hardened
thirsty light
that dehydrated pavement absorbs
like a victim to
the days rays.
Finally- a break
in the clouds.
Silence.
Heat.
The sunlight is better
than my wildest dreams.
Glowing lines protrude
from all angles like
a crude childrens drawing.
My expectations
far succeeded.
The sun screams
my name.
And suddenly
I miss the rain.
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