Soul
crashing down on my head was the first drop of rainof a thunderstorm that would last as long as my mind
was still turning.
the smell of sulfur was in the air as I wondered if
each individual drop of water meant something.
it soaked through my skin and into my blood and the
pouring of the rain began to vibrate with the beating
of my heart.
a bright rip through the undulating sky tore my eyes up
to gaze at the encompassing power of electric energy.
the wind ripped through my flesh and into my head where
it tried desperately to steal my soul.
it wailed like death as it reached the hardened core of
what held the secrets of all the world.
locked out like a criminal, the wind moved on laughing
because if it could not reach the center of a soul,
no one could.
the rain stopped in the sky and started in my eyes.
