Storm

A storm rolled in
not a metaphorical storm 
but a real one 
and now its anger
layers the heavens above 
one heavy dark layer 
atop the other thick 
black atop heavy grey
one denser than the 
other like the mood
of most drunks sitting 
sullenly at the corner 
stool of the neighborhood 
bar their despair growing 
as their glasses empty 
until at last thunder 
erupts following their anxiety 
slowly staggering home bound 
poorer and poorer still