It Rains

It rains,
She is returning from her loved one
She comes about a box, fairly decorated
Seeming as if there was nothing wrong to acknowledge
She walks passed it.

As it rains more rapidly
She is forced to run
Only to come about the same box at a different location.
She picks it up.
The rain drifts off into a soft sprinkle
She begins to feel paranoid with the box's concern

She desires nothing to do with it,
Drops it and kicks it out on the street
Hoping it will get ran over.

It rains
Lightning, puddles forming
Lakes and rivers expanding

By night,
Lightning storm.
A powerful earthquake strikes the city.
She did not mean chaos with her actions
She returns to where she left the box.

Shattered, slayed and lifeless
No more rain, clear sky.
She feels a sprinkle of water, she looks up.
Up above, in a faded figure, we make contact.

I hold the box she has slayed.
I open the box for her, and from below,
She sees a pink-red figure.

She speaks, "What is it?"

"...my heart"