Evil things

So beautiful
The destruction,
Petals forced away from themselves,
I managed to look at the right moment
When those pink tear drops circled
Around in the wind.

The sky is a warm grey,
Darling.
My goodness
This storm is lovely.

Down comes the rain,
The smell of wet asphalt reaches me,
The smell of trees
Glistening with rain,
The sound of water and wind and
Tinkering rooftops,
The dry soil
Drinks.

The people are running to their homes,
Annoyed and disgusted,
But I am watching
From the comfort of my bedroom window,
Cosy and dry,
Wearing an evil smile.