There is the sound of thunder. There stops drops of rain. Over here is really under. Drips inside my brain.
Here is the place I hear from. Over there is how far I can see. Black clouds, I don’t fear them. They freely follow me.
Storms stop silent from rumbling. Shhhh. Over there another raindrop. I can’t stop lightning from striking unless I get hit a lot.
The only place I have left to hide is the space within my head. I want to start another storm but my story’s never read.
Francis Erich McElroy 