The rain in furry. 

I am solotude.

All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall.

Lightning and thunder command the sky.

I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees.

I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wish to.

There is no rage but the coal burns.

I am focused.

Hands clean my soul hurts and weeps.

You see no blood in the storm.

I am now but only for this long.

Even fools have valor.