Storm

What do you see below?
The tips of the slow waving, water-dipped, grass, the silhouettes of the things around you, the cold, wet, concrete below your bare feet.
Heavy, drenched clouds hovering above your head. The tears from those clouds, pounding down to your body.
Crack of thunder, fills your ears. The flash of lightning, swallowed by your eyes.
Drops of salted water, creeping down your cheeks, falling in the puddles just below your feet.
Skin penetrated so deep. Even after so much time, it seems as if the blood still seeps.
Wipe away those silly tears, show your pretty smile and forget all your fears.
The crisp wind, blowing you down. Stand up straight, take it in, show them your strength and don't let them see you frown.
The closer he steps, soaked from the tears, the more he makes your heart race. Your nose pressed to his face.
He clutches the gun in his back pocket. The one he always pressed to your temple. Warning he'd shoot your pretty eye right out of its socket.
You whisper, under the howl of the rain, words so vile. "Shoot me, I wanna see you smile."