A storm is vying,
trying to form...
I can feel it, taste it
as the air around me changes,
charges with electricity
before i see the dark clouds roll
like a distant cry or thunderclap
to make you wonder
what it was you heard
and who is really in control
when an iron bar atop your home
is the best that you can do
The grass stands on end,
the leaves tremble in anticipation
this will not be moisture nor condensation;
this will be torrents
if the portents are true
and the Tempest does come through
Let it rain and let me run
in and through the puddles
as in when we were young
Then let the puddles glow
in the light from the setting sun
as a sun shower rainbow crosses the sky...
09-16-10
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