the rain drips
plunk
plunk
plunk
a rhythmic
slapping
on the
metal dome
of the grill
i sit
staring out
as the storm
rumbles
arcs of light
in the haze
of neon darkness
wrapped tight
around
the city

plunk
plunk
plunk
my heart
slaps
my ribcage
as the storm
leaves a
longing
to pull you
close
my hands
raindrops
tracing chaotic
lines down
your body

i am
exhausted
the rain
lulling me
ever closer
to sleep
yet i know
thoughts of you
will keep me
staring up
at the ceiling
unsure if the
constant
plunking
is the
precipitation
or just
my heart