Faces gasp at the storm,
translucent, with smiles of wide-eyed tears.
Thunder pumps into the sky
lightning exposes itself for one glorious second.
Some people fear;
others don't call it fear,
that earthquake of the heart, that it's so human to admire.
Shadows dance with long, swinging arms.
Rivers turn red with passion, that beauty
there is, when the age-old earth churns.
But
raindrops
thousands of victims,
are too faint to splash in human ears.
They sail on invisible horses -
the lunar translucence
between humans and sky.
Noble water feeds oceans of grass
and quenches the fire of angry pollen.
Thousands of victims
jump off the edges of skyscrapers,
splash at human feet,
their great roar unheard.
