the rain melodies a jingle
through the window sill against a chill.
the crack of the clouds sprouts.
the gray consumes sunset whole & the moan of
the storm howls its teeth against the cloak.

watchin' the fall of Kings,
i wander wildfire scurry as the scamps purée.

peace;(wet sensation).

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    the shrapnel
        of days
falls through mysteriously soft
sifting its echo against
the rainstorm eclectic bebop
adrift with this clash
that rumble
the soles of my shoes
the souls of the children

who play,
                "god is bowling, and always strikes hard"

peace;(karaoke in the rain).

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the storm starts
with a clap from Thor's hammer
in to an array of jazz-beat crashes and crackles
light up the night sky
like a strobe delight.

this simple act symphony
of flashes is amazing and
i watch dumbstruck as
i walk through it for hours

(i look at sunsets the same way.)

peace;(100% in l-o-v-e with lightnin').