as i sit on the stoop with heavy eyes
there is thundering in the distance
ever so slowly increasing,
gaining on me.
my posture is wilted, under a burden
to immense for me alone to bear,
i look out into the bruised sky
is someone watching me?
as nature's roof caves in completely,
dropping its rainy loins upon me,
suddenly i am wet within
as well as without...
my thoughts seeping through me from inside out.
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