thunder

drip drip swollen weeps

overripe peaches and

grey beeches hanging

from a flaming

eye

swish swish woven sweeps

a tempest hand

sows cotton roughly

through breaks in once-blue

sky

bang! a gunshot rings

in this humid air

that flashing

stares into my

gaze

tap tap comes the rain-

drops, suspended in time

phantom pains

drip into my mind

ink on page blackly stands

pen mind eyes hands

inspiration strikes