What do you do? When she rains tears, The bloodshot clouds, The wrinkled forehead And the scars afresh What do you do? When little droplets fall, Fall in abundance, The tide rises, and The thunder strikes What do you do? When you hold onto the Goddess only to find hollowness inside for none can fill the void, unleashing the unseen that sets her apart. Published in Daily Times, January 31st 2019.