Killing Rainclouds

The grey puffs are trailing behind,
pissing water,
shitting bolts of electricity.
The rain clouds are my stalkers,
and they drench me in their piss.
Soaked to the bone,
I shiver from the cold.
Plastic rain slickers aren't enough
to withstand their cloudy wrath.

One wrong move, they'll shoot me,
knock me down.
The threat is frightening.

They stalk me behind.
Whenever I look over my shoulder, they're always there.
There's nobody by my side,
nobody to help.

I'm left alone, to suffocate in the thick venom of the air.

I find my umbrella.
I'm killing rainclouds.