Rains of Guilt

White flashes of lightning announce wild
                                                            screeches to split the air
                    Wild fire of hope
                                             smells like ozone after the rain
                                like warm sand after high tide
      Like bacon on a sandwich,
                             land on my outstretched palm.

Rolling thunder wrecks waves
     as house upon house upon tower,
          overpowering heights of blue and green
               marble like eyes when they speak fire,
                    like my hands catch deluges in May;
like wind grows fire and water at one.
     Huge orgy of rumbled up nature
          land at my useless feet.

            With tornadoes rising it up , funnels sifting  man and fish ,
                  throw me out as if my name is Jonah eaten away
                             by guilt, swallowing fire and spewing
                                    water soaked cooked fast food
                                        In torrents of burning rain;
                                              showers of boiling
                                                 steam curtains,
                                                   to protect my
                                                      shivering
                                                            self.