Storm

Rain falls, running down
her swollen silver face,
harshly they sound on
metallic roofs and from
chain-linked fences, they drip
to pools reflecting, her mirror, and
her throat rumbles before she strikes
electric rage through the rhythm of her tears,
vengeful screams brighten the sky and her
hate is felt through tremors upon harmless ground.
Unforgiving growls erupt from her form as she sweeps,
across the ground, glaring at the world, graying the world,
of which she cannot have. She marches on, destruction done,
and I stand watching her leave, soaked in her sorrow and shaken by tyranny.