I Will Never Tempt Fate
The rain falls and it sounds like bullet casings;
The rain falls and it sounds like home.
The thunder comes and I am hiding,
Under a table, away from you.
From your thunder-clap hands,
From your lightning-strike hands,
And I have nothing to protect me
From me or you.
The rain gets heavier and
I wonder if it can drown out this silence.
The thunder gets louder in anticipation
Of the next lightning strike.
You get louder in anticipation
Of your next lighting strike,
And I have nothing to protect me
From me or you.
From me, you have taken everything.
And the rain is watering the plants
like my tears water this page.
I get louder and call this a protest,
When my voice cracks like thunder,
I am anticipating my next lightning strike.
And I will not hide from my own fire,
So when I emerge from under this table,
Expect a storm.