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.