Electric Rain

Hot, stillborn air,
flashes of light slicing the sky
leave bright etchings
scratched on my mind.

Waiting breathlessly for the next display,
my eyes beg for more
from the dark heavy clouds.

"Bring me Enlightenment!" I plead.

"Come set my bones on fire;
Electric Rain, ignite my soul."

Not hiding under the eves of tomorrow,
I lay my body down in the grassy field,
wet and waiting to be struck
by white flashes of passion.

Kill me.

But let me die living well.




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