Stormy

She talked herself to madness.

She spoke and spoke and said and said until her thoughts all left her head.

They floated away on the heavy summer wind.

Up, into the electric atmosphere of a dusty, dripping evening.

Gathering, they formed salty clouds.

Together, they rumbled in the sky, the world below ignoring their cry.

Finally, they fell back to earth.

In tepid, erupting raindrops, they splashed onto her head.

She turned her face upwards.

They slid down her cheeks like tears, finally unleashed after a thousand years.

*(I wrote this a while ago but recently rediscovered it and thought I’d share it here)