Wet
the thunder speaks with its loud voice
a lightning flash answers its call
the rain pours down, sheets of pain
its not cleansing, its just wet
each lightning streak flashes a memory
each thunder clap imparts a fantasy
dredging it up from that hidden place
but its just a storm and you're still gone
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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