seventy-seven.

up above.

thunder clouds forming up above.
forming with frustration and anguish.
sounds of grief and pain, thundering.

rain falling with words of disdain
contained in each drop.

drops of blood from these thunder clouds above.

i hear your anger in the sky.

i feel your sorrow running down my side.

my umbrella is too weak and too fragile to

protect me from your feelings.

too small to comfort your disdain.

too caring to melt away your resentment.

so i stand in the midst of your emotions
and watch your feelings roll fast.
hit the ground, splash, and separate.

i'm waiting for them all to evaporate.