The Storm

Life and death. Rain and bullets.

The Storm


A shot is heard
A shot astounds
The shadow, which covered
Is both movement and sound

A fire is seen
A fire breaks
The light, which seethed
Is both furious and awake

A bullet is free
A bullet cries
The water, which flees
Is both life and demise

A victim is nourished
A victim dies
The ground, which flourished
Is both dead and revived