eye storm chase.
jealous of
surrounding maelstrom–
under black umbrella
I beat rain.
blue-ribbon mind
blocking grey and gold
to collapse
para sol
(for sun)
and slicker
(than some)
I seek refuge
from elements
pursued–nevertheless.
for soothe,
only drumming water
breaches cracks
and drenches beast within
cowering from
down
pour–
–that melting,
wicked bitch.
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