8.10, wake up call
Still sleepy, rise, time for ablutions
Overhead a shower poured noisily
Each fiery drop opening concrete pores
No longer sleepy
Eyes open, alert
Above the heavens roared
Flashes of light and thunder
Fill my eyes and ears
A storm unabated
Looking for shelter
Ravaging, pain,
Numbness, nothingness.
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