truculent

under violent clouds

I stomp and rage

each step percussion 

to my inner soundtrack

a deafening thud thud thud

of heart racing

and bellowing 

and pounding 

sky above darkening

without matching within

and truculent I long

for the thunder

booming and bruising

the plummeting crash

explosions rending the heavens 

as I would the world 

and sans umbrella 

I will the rains to come