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.