The smell of ozone on her lips
Bottled ‘buddies’ light in hand
The flashing lightning in her eyes
Silence starts to take the land.
Before I hear the thunder roll
the softest drizzle always falls
acidic rain corrodes the night
trapped inside the taverns walls.
The thunder booms in rapid blasts
The ozone smell becomes a stench
and raindrops pound upon the world
Hateful drops that leave you drenched.
No one can reason when she storms
Until her every thirst is quenched
the lightning flashes as the thunder
spreads its hate through puckered lips.
Hours later seeking shelter
the storm has come and it has passed
And now there’s silence, lonely silence,
How long will this silence last?