Its back,
And I wish I could say
For one night only,
But the forecast shows
A messy week ahead of me.
Every day
The sun will burn bright
And a cool wind will
Bite my cheeks.
Every night
The sun will set
Like God dropped a bowling ball
And storm clouds
Will come rolling in.
The thunder will be deafening
With no lightning
To illuminate the blackness.
The rain will come in
Big, heavy drops
All at once.
No gradual crescendo.
No calming patter on rooftops.
Only a roar at my window
That will ****** me
To open it.
In the rumble
I can hear a whisper
Begging me to open
The floodgates and let the rain
Come rushing into my room.
Let it rise
Up the walls
Until I'm kissing the ceiling
Then sink to my bed,
Feeling content with my efforts.
I wrap the covers
Around me and lay my head down,
Passive to the water
Filling my lungs.
Comfortable in my
Burial at sea.
Don't worry though,
My room is still dry
And the window is closed.
But the latches are loose
And I'm not quick to repair.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Its back,
And I wish I could say
For one night only,
But the forecast shows
A messy week ahead of me.
Every day
The sun will burn bright
And a cool wind will
Bite my cheeks.
Every night
The sun will set
Like God dropped a bowling ball
And storm clouds
Will come rolling in.
The thunder will be deafening
With no lightning
To illuminate the blackness.
The rain will come in
Big, heavy drops
All at once.
No gradual crescendo.
No calming patter on rooftops.
Only a roar at my window
That will ****** me
To open it.
In the rumble
I can hear a whisper
Begging me to open
The floodgates and let the rain
Come rushing into my room.
Let it rise
Up the walls
Until I'm kissing the ceiling
Then sink to my bed,
Feeling content with my efforts.
I wrap the covers
Around me and lay my head down,
Passive to the water
Filling my lungs.
Comfortable in my
Burial at sea.
Don't worry though,
My room is still dry
And the window is closed.
But the latches are loose
And I'm not quick to repair.
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