the thunder is laminating the silence coveting the whispers with it's wailing the lightning bleeding the sky, frighten me torrents of violent raindrops smattering me in the blackness of midnight, the despair rages angst consuming the dear little boy - he lays his head of flaxen hair upon the pillow bolting upright at the sound of the storm this six year old child.. beads of salty sweat bolting down his face caressing his eyelashes with gentle fright body trembling from the horrid might the fearsome storm's nightmarish special effects through the fear, thunder, despair, listen.. the child is running down the hall, crying to mother.. the mother comforts this poor youngster.. and the storm rages on - homeless gentleman wanders through drenched streets the scent from the cement.. torn flesh, blood, paint, spilled beverages.. mingled with the smell of the spring rain.. assaulting the nasal passage with deathly life.. winter dying, spring coming to the throne of the seasons homeless gentleman is morbidly afraid lightning strikes beautiful tree beside mailbox cables from above crash upon the deserted street.. the immense wooden pole smashing a vehicle beneath it's weight the wires sizzling with electricity, writhing.. like the serpents we have all become in our violence homeless gentleman cringes, and takes refuge in doorstoop hugging his knees to his chest, attempting to gather warmth his hacking cough penetrates the silence of the midnight street he is a hungry gentleman, his malnourishment is killing him blaming his misfortune upon `fate' ... such a poor sap taking no responsibility for his blundering actions.. huddling underneath the doorstoop, he curses his life.. curse yourself, you poor fool.. swearing revenge upon his wife.. revenge yourself, and commit suicide bringing the death you so long for.. you are frightened, aren't you? grunting to himself, this gentleman falls asleep the pitter-patter, pitter-patter of the rain lulling him to slumber and he begins to dream wretched thoughts of rot and decay - i myself stand upon my observation deck watching and contemplating.. my trenchcoat wrapped around my frail body, dripping thin tendrils of hair sopping wet, dripping upon my collar dirt washed from eyeglasses.. i gaze out upon my city and brood the child in the house is mewling once again and like my idol, Maldoror, i wish to tear his cheeks.. rip his flesh asunder with my fingernails.. licking his salty tears, tasting the blood upon my toungue comforting him then, apologizing for my unlawful act unto his body.. and letting him stab my shrivelled heart with his knife of titanium now we shall dance together in the glory of the cemetery - the homeless gentleman nauseates me i have no pity, only contempt, for this simpleton this pathetic creature and now i empathize with this ass my tophat adorns my head, and i awake this moronic old fool i feed him my last crumble of bread lavish milk upon his dry mouth and toungue he thanks me with great gratitude.. dirtied teeth showing through cracked lips reeking of decay.. a brutal loathing takes place within me.. i violently slap his face with my hand, stunning him and now i hate myself once again i flee into the night, tormented by my existence and i weep.. - the storm continues it's perils upon the city uncaring who it harms, deciding it's own fate it concludes it shall last for seven hours, tormenting the child with fear tormenting the homeless gentleman with cold and smashing houses with it's beautiful raindrops smashing the houses, so undeserving they are.. my wonderous rain is magic, and they do not care and so the storm unleashes a fury of thunder & lightning.. and still it rages on.