Photo Source: PxHere Before the Storm cold sprinkles from showerheads on tired flesh in mute surrender spray on walls, feet-polished tiles escape through holes and merge again in subterranean transit tubes. approaching clouds of molten pewter crowd out sun. the jostling bodies fight for reign in finite sky and sound their calls on shadowed land. buildings, silent, stand in wait in brick and stone and seasoned wood; blades of brittle grass are forced into embraces as they break and float...