Day 345: Pet Storms
- ZJC
- Sep 30, 2020
- 1 min read
I felt a drop leak out
The mason jar tightly seal
By my own hands
It trickled down the side of the glass
Like sweat on a cold can
Set on fire
Sliding down my hand
The drop turns into a stream
I can’t tell if the rumbles are coming from inside the jar or from my hands
The storm churns and twists and crashes
Lightning striking the lid
Cries for escape
My hand grips the jar
Turning the lid at tight as I can
But nothing stops the storm
I wonder what it will look like
I wonder how it will sound
I wonder what the world will think of the mess I couldn’t contain
The lid shoots off
Like a Mentos under Diet pressure
I drop the glass
It doesn’t break, landing softly in the grass
Dark bullet clouds and lightening showers
Encompass my sight
Absorbed back into the atmosphere
I pick up the jar again
And wait to collect the rain

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