Let your storms rage.
Let the waves rise high
and smash against me.
Let the wind blow and take me away
to spiral upwards and downwards into
those swirling clouds and hardened rain.
Pelt me with hale,
with every little thing that fails
to turn into harmless water
that ought to flow beneath
the bridges that you ask me to burn
but I can only look back to like
lightning does to thunder.
How will you remember me—
when the rainbows have appeared
once again in clear, blue skies and
I am all but gone?