Storms
I am sitting up tonight waiting on the rain. A freight train is supposed to blow through around 2 a.m. Burlington Northern heading out of this world. There’s trouble busing in from out of the state. And I want to be there.
I love storms and trains. They let you know they are coming and you know you should get out of the way but something deep inside you tells you to wait and watch. And tonight I shall watch. Midnight in a prison cell won’t stop you. Talk to the judge he’ll be watching as well.
Harmonica moans and the wind howls. The pine trees bend and shake. It’s a mean old world and this storm could care less. Everything dies and that’s a fact.
There’s a place out on the edge of town maybe we could meet there?
And be completely surrounded by the storm.
Park on a back road.
Just you and me?
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2015
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