Reverie

Sky blackens

The advent of rain

Is announced

Lightening dazzles

Weaves through invisible fabric

Razes reverie

As beads plummet

Streets are muted

Footsteps hasten

A crowd scatters

Helter-skelter

Roaches from a freshly turned log

Frantically, I emulate

Sand crumbles beneath soles

In my wake a cloud of dust

Lightning strikes

My soul ignites...

It is chaotic

Tin roofs thunder

On the brink of caving in

Drowning reverie

During tempest’s exodus

Cleansing manifests

In a whisper

I turn to find that

I am the sole survivor

A lone warrior... unfazed

© José V. Guerra Awe