A Storm Rushes In

A crocodile-hide sunset, a ferrous squall; somethings boiling up there. Storm gulls beat mosquito clouds away as they flee. Ten wild horses corralled in a dumpster hammer my fearless heart. An anemic sky gulps for breath near or far a brawling trample scuffs the earth. The dimming light drips strings of gelid spittle. Vaporous stalactites shred an acrid air. Now a ferrous rain cuffs and pelts. I hide my face from its eyes, follow a screaming ghost into the house.