frozen strawberry lemonade

the skies are near their climax
they are nearly open
ladies and gentlemen
the fear of god is approaching
the thunderous applause
the tears of anticipation
the lights darken
the neon lights
stark and loud
tear open the tempest gray
peek out of the curtains
with your garish hues.

and here it is,
the fear of god
with a mighty clap
the skies open and rain steel liquid.

-Pamplemousse