Author's Note: Just something I scribbled down in my English class (it was raining, and I was antsy). It needs some work, but I decided not to bother.
Feedback would be great!

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Bad Weather
by Hcat

It's raining again
The streets are covered
With a mercury-like substance
That some would call tears
Though who would cry these
Dark and slimy things?
Some vast stone animal
Crouched behind walls
Hiding below bridges
And gazing around
At all the people running
For safety behind doors
Huddling below ceilings of wood
While a few brave venturers
Behind their stretched plastic shields
Walk with wind defying balance
And praise their own foresight

Above, the clouds sit grayly
In smug obstinance
Daring the sun to break them
To pierce the dark blanket
With a thousand gleaming spears
Waiting lightning screams with thunder
In impatience and wild rage
Yearning to dive into the houses
Like a predatory hawk
Or to die within the ground
Danger sharpens the joy