Summer Storms


Watching the clouds bruise in the corner of my eye,
As I focus on reading the worn out, tea-stained pages of Süskind again,
The winds is picking up and dancing through the window,
It plays with my damp curled hair
But I’m lost in another world far from here-
Fat droplets of rain jump onto the page and on my nose and on my lashes
I put the novel down and inhale the warm rain.
Then the sky cracks, the disco flashing illuminates the room –
I’m dancing in a club of one to the beat of a lone loud drum
The skies rumble for a while before it gets darker,
Then when we both get tired,
The thunder and my heart synchronise to sleep.

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