Thunder crashes

Yet light passes:

So immense, so ample;

Secure in shelter,

Yet I’ll shiver;

Artificial:

I’ll feel so fake yet,

I know I’m real.

 

Heat like hot that dries from moisture;

Clock ticks flick behind my walls

Tick like beats that rob my rhythm;

Lonesomeness that gifts with closure:

Words bounce up like rubber balls.

 

Cream blues whites that flash translucent

Looks like crystal candy.

Salt that dumps, that pours, but never sprinkles,

Like an unscrewed cap unknowing;

Spontaneous waterfalls unsupporting.

 

With my windows left open

The rainfall

Sounds just like a shower.