Lawyer by profession. Poet by choice. Cat-lover by accident.
Thunder bared its fangs and snapped its jaws.
Clouds strung their contrition on unsheathed claws,
dripping with urgent pleas that the billows poured.
To escape the trauma, we huddled under an umbrella,
found in the pitch of a salesman’s grin.
Our fingers scampered for warmth across goosebumps
beneath our soaked coats. The energy of our shivers
failed to heat the waters that trickled through
the holes in our makeshift roof.
Fed by the rain, rivers of semi-answered prayers
entwined our limbs and flowed towards the gutters.
Hands raised halfway only to fall aflutter,
we never allowed a whimper to reign over
our desperate choice of shelter.
When the torrent eased, the winds began to batter.
Drafts swept through the breaches of our enclosure.
They grabbed my eyelids in an icy chokehold
and froze my laughter, already sleeping rough.
Stomping my feet to unnumb the cold,
I asked, “Is any of this enough?”
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