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

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