Rainstorm

The thunder fills the empty space
until he is deafened by it,
and he cowers
beneath cotton mountains
in a futile attempt to escape the noise.
But it follows after.

Droplets fall against panes,
heavy and hot,
burning,
burning,
burning,
and he is suddenly exposed like glass,
transparent and far too vulnerable.

Soon, he assures,
the sky must run dry,
and the chaos must calm,
and then I will be okay.
But he is a silent rainstorm, a hurricane,
and no one will understand that
this is only the eye.

Reviews

[Leo]

The eye is brilliant eh! I remember listening to 50 cent once during an interview and he said: I don't just see I look beyond and nobody can beat me at being me..chaos and order..very wise