Week 2 – Gotham

Gotham

A thunderstorm has come calling tonight.

Curled in my little room, drops land on my windows,

Run rivulets on the fire escape.

I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the rain.

 

I cannot wait to see the rainbows in the mists of a tomorrow’s sunny morning. 

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Day 13 – Thunder

Thunder

There will be days like these 

Nights and mornings and dusk coming

Bicycles on the curb and the word enough scrawled across the sky. 

I wish for the clouds to break into the thunderstorms in me.