A fire in Odin’s eye

Trying to beat back the sun

Rolling in armies of clouds

To beat back native heat

He pours monsoons of tears

Rivers that will run dry the next day

I can hear the bellowing roll in his chest

A deep rumble

What follows the sparks

Spraying across the mountains

He shouts commands

That everyone hears

And no one answers

This is a fight he will never win

That does not stop him from trying

Thunder in Tucson’s Sky

Daymyen Tyler Layne

8/22/19