Shadowlands Poem by Genevieve Surrender

Long shadows of a long day stretch across busy grey pavement, pointing at the oncoming black clouds of a summer storm. Mid-May; it was warm earlier. Now the cold runs through my body like electricity.

I turn down an empty avenue toward the oncoming shadowlands, scattered with flashes of lightning and the rumble of what seems like a clouded racetrack.

In an instant, downpour engulfs the hood of my car, washing away the sins of a long workday, and welcoming me into the arms of the nighttime darkness.