Rain stampedes from high, a rush of wild
wolves, and I wish it would stop, slow
down, save the damage but under the thick
black sky I take orders from the stars and
advice from the moon, though I vowed to
not comply anymore, my will is thin as
twine and soon it will snap, so what hides in
sunlight will escape into storm, the
unruliness buried will grow fangs and sprout
claws and peel into the crowd without
asking permission or forgiveness. I crawl in
the downpour, yell at the rain and negotiate
with the elements to keep the monster quiet
one night more.
I am a freelance writer from Central Illinois now living in South Florida. My work has been published in the Living Waters Review and Capulet Mag.