Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning.

A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window.

The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the

Stark, midnight concrete.

Inlaid with the tears:

Of college students,

Business professionals,

Homeless wanderers.

The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water.

A man driving
We are always in a rush
He hits the puddle who hits
The little old lady

Our destinations become blurred
As the torrential downpour ensues.
People, including me,
COMPLAIN
GRUMBLE
No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street.

But sometimes, maybe,
the clouds in a storm bring
Peace, maybe
Clarity, maybe
Presence. It may be.

Sometimes there’s a rainbow
Look for that.

To be cool
In the hot land
Is much difficult
To overcome
Than in a cold sea
But let’s chill when
Wild thoughts
Generated in mind
Within no time
As a wild fire
Is disastrous
For ourselves
Is needed to
Handle it calmly
And carefully
When you are
Desperately desp
In the meantime
With chaos
In sometimes
Is something
More than a hurdle
Which must be solved
With patience
And confidence
By controlling
Ones own
Emperor of thoughts
To tackle it nicely
And live happily
In this graceful
Human life
To make it
More adorable
Than horrible
With flowers
Of one’s own garden
Than the
Sad thoughts
Of hopeless
Desert land
With buried souls

The rain wont come
The thirst all consuming.
Like the Earth’s jaw,
Crushing pressure
Bears down
From memories
Of sweet waters.

between three oceans
silver rocks and the desert
is a place

undiscovered;
a secret that no one knows about
hidden so openly:

a secret right in front of
your eyes.

it's never cold there
it's never hot there

this place is populated by
only one creature:

GOLEM

She wants to feel again
What I have never felt.

She wants to see again
What I had thought unreal.

I want to fade to black
But don’t want her to cry.

We are a couple birds
Slowly falling from the sky.