the rain sizzles
as it falls
from the sunny sky
tendrils of smoke rise
with every
significant spatter
on the dusty gravel parking lot
my skin
has raised blisters
my umbrella
reduced to a metal skeleton
hanging forlornly
as the world burns
pain erupts
on raw skin
yet still i stand
spinning
in the acid storm
like a child
in a field of daisies