The vibe is a seeping vine Finding its ways into the Crevices, nooks and crannies Weakening the cheap plaster Electric current coursing Through impoverished circuits It careens and crashes Into emotionless synapses Pounding thunder rhythmically Breaking the ice on the roof Resounding cracks, anticipatory silence A foot slightly taps in response Splish….Splash….Splosh Rain slow and building Splish..Splash..Splosh Gaining speed and sound Torrents of wash tear down The sky blocked by flying crystals A body amidst the downpour Electric, Pounding, Free |