a cloud of beaded pearls
strung together in a
tabernacle sky sweating
like a microwave pie.
She's Rain
wet and cold, pelting
down, a roaring cascade,
in stilettos and black suede.
She’s Wind
rolling like an ocean
wave, cutting men
like their morning shave.
She’s Thunder
crackling like crispy
skin of roast pork, piercing you
like a mowing fork.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
a cloud of beaded pearls
strung together in a
tabernacle sky sweating
like a microwave pie.
She's Rain
wet and cold, pelting
down, a roaring cascade,
in stilettos and black suede.
She’s Wind
rolling like an ocean
wave, cutting men
like their morning shave.
She’s Thunder
crackling like crispy
skin of roast pork, piercing you
like a mowing fork.
