{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: God is a pluviophile

He sighs casts of hazy clouds,

sonder rapture or bliss.

Crown decked in coffee petals, tawny

and trembling suns.

Galaxies and asteroids in His eyes,

the skies on His tepid feet.

Bones crunch, marrow wilted within

and like sprigs they snap.

And screams for miles / over the seas

leaving us at His mercy,

quiver tailored in our cuticles.

And like us, He's sorry

and sorrows torrents of gales.

His teeth grind and gnash

cross thunders from his gullet.

For His children

has cursed Him to no end.

and He wonders: How many will remember the rainbow after the storm?

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎

ok, i'm keeping informed about Hurricane Irma and the tornadic thunders across South Florida and even further. it sounds really disastrous, therefore i'm begging you guys to keep safe in any way you can and take heed to the news being broadcasted.