The chaos.

The chaos,

arranges itself in

such an ethereal pattern

that sometimes

it fakes itself as

a rainbow stretched

across the sky, and

covering all the patches

and scars that the

sky has.

That thunder,

that scar of the sky,

puts itself forth

with such blinding light

and chaotic noise,

that it seems

like the sky

will split in

two,

it will cleft with

crack, the silver crack,

and from the pain

and the chaos created

clouds clash

and in their pain.

they cry

and the rain falls on us,

when we try to hide

our tears in tears.