brewing steadily
like a pot of chinese tea, the leaves
swirling slowly
as the rust-red tint
diffuses across the boiling water -


there is chemistry in thunderstorms too;


thunderstorms that smoulder
threateningly
but never quite seem to blow over.

if the lightning would only flash, a single
stark white streak
cracking the sky in two
momentarily
then disappearing
into the sheets of rain

and all the rage of generations
unleashed
in a bellow of frustration.


but now i see how you're too
blue, too grey, too
dull to care, and how
incapable you really are
of being the storm-god
they said you were.


the sky darkens.

it's over;
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