Gale
He sits out on the porch step
in a thunderstorm hoping
to be struck. He can't grasp
the plain of his existence
on the ground.
He chases twisters for a living,
lately he's been decommissioned
from his post and longs
to pour...
in a thunderstorm hoping
to be struck. He can't grasp
the plain of his existence
on the ground.
He chases twisters for a living,
lately he's been decommissioned
from his post and longs
to pour...