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.