Ariel's Schadenfreude

I. Flamed. Amazement. That is, I would have done so, If water were flame. If the rain could burn, I would be a fiery sea, Rising from the sky. Falling to the earth as the people dance, or cower, hiding from the storm. So awesome, it is, leaping through the sky, earthbound As I break apart... My body melting into millions of droplets, Iris leads the charge. But I deviate. Parts of me choose to meet waves, augmenting their fury. Every drop, a tear, a secondhand memorie of ambiguity. The ship, it is grand, but the sea is grander, and it shows it might. Capsizing the beast, man has now lost to nature. He licks his false wounds. The same droplets fall, the tempest no weaker now to one young vagrant. At home in the lights, the neon of a new world gives him some solace. But he cannot care. All senses, horribly dulled because he is drenched. Feeling as a flute, from brim to dregs, he is drained, and so loses hope. He sits on a rooftop, the SkyView, above, below. Still as ever, he hears. He cries in anguish. The tears, quite like the rain, cursing the tempest.