my love is a thunderstorm
a heavy-clouded heartache
the sky is crying, opening
angrily
bodies of dark clouds
rolling
in colors of gray deepening
thick set drops of rain
descend
on leaves clinging to
corners as if there could
be shelter
from the onslaught
wells of water
fill each empty
space
until nothing is dry
souls under fire
from the deluge
& wind racing
forward
in aggressive waves
walking
down the drenched streets
each step a slippery manuevor
drowning
in mud & stone sinking
in an act to
bury, turning
into a liquid death
I am missing your flesh
pressed tight against mine
*Inspired by the original blues recording “The sky is crying” by Elmore James
Dawn Watts is a writer of poetry and prose. Her work has appeared in Serotonin, Stone of Madness Press, Tealightpress, PocketFire Press and a forthcoming poem with Melbourne Culture Corner. She lives in Chester Pennsylvania and can be found on Twitter @wattswritte