By All Counts, It Should Have Stormed Today.
The impending green sky before a storm
when the pressure is earsplitting, stretched out and long
is the hue you should catch in my eyes today
while I bristle and boulder these words away
The whistling of wind on the verge of a howl
when the tree tops are bowing and splitting the ground
is the sound you should hear when I hold my breath
while the lunacy sleeps deep inside your chest
The grumbling of thunder under your feet
when the oceans eat shore but want more to eat
is the feeling of knowledge, you should be aware
while the silence of wisdom is still in the air
The brooding of rain as the heavens fall
when the moment of tension becomes it all
is the warning of an oncoming, impending flood
while I breathe through the moment and calm my blood.
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