Strands
soaked and matted in heaven's tears
left and lost;

stranded in the downpour

She stands on thunderstruck ground
left to her own devices now
without a sound
within her pain

The raindrop heartbeat fades
into a dismal and humid night
and no sympathetic human in sight

One day she may ask
her procrastinating knight
where he was when the storm
shook her heart to pieces

Will she trade bitter for better
or turn him out so she can feel
the power to rage like that?

and then bear the Lightning
and tear the earth apart
beneath a broken heart