Storm

The wind blows from the hills above
Scoops down on tinned roofs
Shaking, rattling, bending the tin to a loud noise
The palm trees lilt from their roots

The wind catches intensity
The clouds are pushed to a force
Collide with each other
Skies crack to an electric light

That strikes to the planes below
The clouds beat chest to chest
Thunder roars through the clouds
Rumbles through the tin roof

My shelter
A storm takes momentum
The surreal moments of pain and yearning
Of said and unsaid words

Rustle in the wind
To take the meaning of the words to clarity
Often vaporised into the mighty cloud of longing
To feel the quiver of the lips and the nervous trickle of the brow

The wind blows through my face
Ruffles my hair and hears me cry in pleasure pain
Of the storm in my belly
That churns and slams the tinned door of tinned wall

The storm within
Stirs in and out
Through the sky, the earth, the tinned dwelling
My soul churns to union with the fierce elements. United.

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