Torrents of Burning Rain

White flashes of lightning announce wild screeches to split the air Wild fire of hope smells like ozone after the rain like warm sand after high tide Like bacon on a sandwich, land on my outstretched palm. Rolling thunder wrecks waves as house upon house upon tower, overpowering heights of blue and green marble like eyes when they speak fire, like my hands catch deluges in May; like wind grows fire and water at one. Huge orgy of rumbled up nature land at my useless feet. With tornadoes rising it up , funnels sifting man and fish , throw me out as if my name is Jonah eaten away by guilt, swallowing fire and spewing water soaked cooked fast food In torrents of burning rain; showers of boiling steam curtains, to protect my shivering self.