Intriguing, not just the rain;
But the drama of light and sound
that it begets.
A vein of blue light soaks the sky,
baffling us
into thinking that it’s daybreak.
A light, bright enough to expose
raindrops as shimmering snowflakes,
against its lustrous gleam.
Chased by a crash of sound;
A passionate growl,
brash enough to startle even so-called brave,
shudder in shock.
Rains, like pails of water flung
back to Earth, the wrath of clouds.
Ah! These cycles.
What does breaking-free from it mean?
