10:02 a.m.
David Riesch
Undergraduate/Undeclared
Thunder rumbles, long and chill,
yet it is man who remains still,
battered streets covered by rain
cannot tremble, nor abstain.
Lightning strikes, misaligned,
causing blindness for a time,
metal protrusions become outlined,
inanimate shapes are redesigned.
Falling life blesses the land,
man attempts to curse the hand,
and in the shadow of all around
it reminds me of the sound.