The sky opened her third eye and showered earth with her tears

                 Thunder cracked louder than my arthritic spine 

A child in a yellow raincoat races down the sidewalk
                   Lightning jumps clouds
                                                                            The child jumps puddles
                                   I                                 j     u     m     p

I open my mouth yearning to taste the sky’s sadness, only she touches her lips to mine
                                and asks, “Would you prefer to drown instead?”