Sky Scraper And The Thunderstorm

You raise your fists

To the heavens

A silent statue.

The clouds

Get caught, and rip,

Come tumbling down

In a million raindrops

That pound the earth

In fury.

I watch from my 7^th floor

Window and

Catch the warm

Fragments in hot fingers.

Against my skin they feel

Like icy shards.

 

You stand with raised fists

Resolute.