Storm Clouds Rising

I thought I had posted this a long time ago, but I couldn’t find it in my past posts, so…

 

Storm Clouds Rising

The storm clouds are rising

I can feel the air tingling

The lightning flashes

And in the pause before the thunder

I brace for the clap.

 

Raindrops land on my hair, shoulders, glasses

Wash down my upturned face

Wash the mascara off my face

Black down freckled flesh.

 

The storm clouds are rising

Can you feel that tingling?

Did you see that lightning?

The thunder’s coming.

 

A hush, a pause in the rain

A dark night

So much like that bright OR

And we’re waiting for your cry.

 

Storm clouds rising

Electricity rising

White lightning

Thunder’s coming.

 

Still waiting on that thunder

Holding my breath

Keeping my mouth shut

Re-visiting dark basements lit by single light bulbs.

 

The storm clouds are rising

I can feel the air tingling

Lightning flashes

Come on Thunder, Come on.