The air looked br startled by the thunder br br lightning ripped br the sky apart br br easy as paper. br br Later the evening br wore an ugly bruise br br as if Heaven br had been badly beaten up br br & left for dead. br br The horizon remained br tight lipped br br even the crows br refused to caw. br br The trees said nothing. br br The man br nursed his pain br br like a drunk br over a slow gin br br retracing his footsteps br to the car br br sat inside br as darkness fell br br & cried br softly to himself.