Well, it sounds like thunder
but I don’t believe in rain
and who ever heard of getting wet?
Rain jackets can’t stop all
and I’m free to feel water
even if the lightning kills.
Trees lie in their screamed whispers
their warnings fall on deaf ears.
How can a storm threaten me?
Truth is, I don’t think
I would understand the fear
until the limb snaps
or the sky crackles
overhead.
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