The charcoal clouds above her head parted
just so that the lightning could hit her twice.
She did not take joy in leaving heaven,
but she preferred it over getting compromised.
The ground beneath her feet got muddy.
She was sure that the gods will drown her out.
As she opened her lips to curse the black sky,
the rain muffled her furious shouts.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 