Venice

Her sunburnt hair forgot 

the joys of the sunshine 

of a summer long gone 

the storm gathered about her

the winds rustled the leaves at her feet and moved through her hair 

The storm was drawing near

and her world stood on edge, breath held for the turmoil about to come

suddenly the tornados began to dance about her

lightning struck and thunder rolled.

She ran seeking a calm, her calm.

And amidst the rising tempest the rain began to pour.

But she never feared the rains.

Because though the lightning struck and the thunder rolled

And the winds swept it all apart 

The rains washed it all away.