Water Bottle

The skies poured down hard and fast
I climbed each step down
In a jittery gash
Fearful that the next would be my last
Every sound sent little hammers
Into my body, knocking slightly
Minor adjustments, tiny displacements
My bones were tighter and my eyes weren’t blinder
I hit the last step and turned the tap
The whole world crashed around me
As it did inside the bottle with me
I screwed it tight, came back upright
Amidst rolling thunder and creaking metal
A door suddenly crashed and then stopped
Nothing was heard for ever and longer
Little drops hit me ever so slightly
And I was gone