Navy rain threshing away at torn open streets flooding at the seems

Cascading of the red umbrellas of a former bright sunny daybreak

Fireworks softens to decorational sticks even their bright color dampened

Loud crackling no more just the steady steps of the onslaught of the downpour

Clouds covering the sky in a signature stone gray a serene dream for a bedlam

Cars barely able to fight the wind as the streets become a rave of carbeams

Whip after whip the water raging to flow and flood the canals and riverstreams

Creating puddles down the sidewalks looking like a lockets forgotten keepsake

The streamers caught in the flowing waterways looking like discarded and sickened

Like drowned worms completely lifeless like a fishes body finally beaching upshore

The air of silenced celebration the rains showing their down and depressing venom

The sounds of vehicles swerving off road like the frighten of a ghouls screams

Balloons sounds like drums with every thump of the rain the cacophonous extremes

Still with the downtrodden of people rushing inside after today’s ripened mistake

Beating the leaves of the trees reminiscent as the rain still falls as if it was cannoned

It scars with seagulls swarming the park grounds like a rabbit and a condor

All thoughts of luxury cancelled as the dim lights fade like the newspaper’s stardom

Almost completely brutal but not all of it a paradise an introverts sudden dreams

No longer sudden bangs of fear in the night nor the smell of smoke yet no schemes

Only through wishing now there’s never a tremor in my ears each time it’s a headache

But all sails of July ripped down in the drumming monsoon finally rightfully reckoned

No longer will the screaming flowers in the sky bloom trapped in Poseidon’s trapdoor

And now the threat of fire’s lich crawling inside but now no one can even fathom

As I applaud in my head Julys death done in one swoop by waters streams

I might seem bitter and fragile I know but it’s not my job to weigh the scalebeams

So here I’ll sit In my gleeful schadenfreude dressing a lilac and stirring a milkshake

With a cherry drop in the noiseless and unbothered so my anxiety sweetly lessened

Drinking away to spite my tongue or teeth like I have a new rush of rich purple Ichor

As regrets are for tomorrow for today is simply silent glee and sleep in my sanctum

Just letting the pot of spoiled July bubble and pop to enjoy the steams