The Stormfront

It was raining bodies.

And I had bigger problems to deal with.

So I started swatting them away.

But they were incoherent.

Headless in some cases.

Reckless for certain.

All I wanted was a popsicle.

It was more than hot.

Sweat was beading like fractals on the back of my neck.

But it was raining bodies.

And I was just looking for an unopened door.

And things were getting in my way.

And all the while, I was talking to myself.

Until one of them said hello.

And asked if he could hold my hand.

And my umbrella.

And serenade for what it's worth.