A Storm Breaks

From where I sit on a park bench
In a cold wind, under a gray sky,
An argument grows louder.
They have been at it an hour now,
Grumbling and rumbling back and forth;
The pattering rain does not cool tempers,
But builds with them. The sky darkens.
They begin to push and shove, violence
Begets violence: there is a sudden flash and
Roar! The whole world is lit for that one
Frozen instant, then washed away by the
Rain, pouring out like blood upon the earth.