Remember the rainstorm
given flesh- soft spoken downpour,
there was a monsoon
brewing in her lungs. 
Color me windswept,
my ribs a wrecked ship in your wake,
do you ache for the maelstrom?
Do you envy the aftermath?
Debrisweaver, 
artist of catastrophe,
do you see the beauty in disaster?
Do you empty your canvas of the ocean?
Stormsinger,
will you drum me to sleep
before the day breaks?