1000 Rooms
This was written the day the drought broke last summer. The analogy seemed fitting.1000 rooms rain is finally falling, I can hear it hit the ground above me. thunder and lightning roll across the sky fucking each other relentlessly.their sweat falls from the sky cooling air and earth, quenching thirst, washing air. the early morning thrum on the roof launches 1000 beds charged withelectricity thick in the sky, thick in her cries she urges thunder to crash harder,pound louder keeping up with the crack li...