24 Mar 2016

For many days

for many days the sky has been pregnant with sadness
a sickly tainted cloudless grey hung like a suspended punishment
the wait for the inevitable verdict left me restless and anxious
I want the heavy swollen stomach of heaven to split open and rain

Rain God Damn it.. Rain!

It's not that I particularly missed the rain,
but this prolonged sulking, this deafening silence,
made the wait unbearable for the eventual wail
It's not like the sky to wait, it's not like her to be patient,
I need her to be the emotional turmoil, the uncontrollable
unreasonable anguished creature I know and love
I want her to bleed, to unleash her wrath and burst into tears
and send people scattering, running to shelter in fear