a storm came

dark clouds roiling

with anger

i was brewing

steaming ginger tea

and reading a

crumpled newspaper

when it rained

a misty shower

sprinkles of pale ghosts

but the drizzle

pattered against the shingles

and the storm roared

bearing harsh teeth

flashing fleetingly

and seething cries

rivers flowed through

the scruffy meadows

and quivering grasses

washing away

my dusty footsteps

so i step out

and stand in the storm

lightning flashing

splintering the sky

and my arms outstretched

beckoning the storm

to pour harder and

pummel me with wet fists

hoping

it'll wash me away.