Target of a downpour
The rain feasts on the air
but it is not enough.
It hunts you down,
pouncing as you run from car to house.
Even the grass is drowning,
flesh of the earth soft and bruised,
while ducks swim in pulpy puddles
big as lakes.
The rain feasts on the air
but it is not enough.
It hunts you down,
pouncing as you run from car to house.
Even the grass is drowning,
flesh of the earth soft and bruised,
while ducks swim in pulpy puddles
big as lakes.