Freezing rain.
Pouring down.
Kissing,
The scorching earth.
Sending steam,
Rolling along the ground,
Through the grass.
Enveloping
Wildflowers that peek
Through the sidewalk.
My brow tightens,
As I quickly paced.
My breath, shaky.
Longing to retire
After a never ending day.
Sun setting, as always,
Leaving me without
An ounce,
Of daylight.
Downpour,
on top of nightfall.
A perfect mix,
To send me home.
Shoes soaked,
Hair matted.
Tired.
Exhausted.
Pressing on,
Like the wildflowers
Blooming strong,
In the concrete.
Met with warmth,
At my front door.
Kicking off my
Ruined sneakers.
A fresh change of clothes,
Waiting for me, prepared.
Alone, at my writing desk.
With only the light
From my lamp
To keep me company.
The sound of thunder,
Rumbles through
The dark.
Pen to paper,
Energy lacking.
Just the roar of thunder,
In my head.
And the looming thought
Of tomorrow.
Having to do it
Again.