Cloudburst

Ceaseless fire in a rolling pin

stacked like bleeding pancakes

Ripe electricity dancing on the treetops

resonant and virile

visiting the town where I live

Dampness forces its way into my

air conditioned hightops

moving me faster as

straining heartbeats

synchronize with clapping thunder

I hug the sphere close to my side

and the rain cleanses the world

at my fingers, not touching

the palms

Slicing through the cement jungle

I don't feel insignificant

more like monumental

my head above the treetops

dancing with the firebolts