Thursday, June 21, 2012

Poetry: Anticipation

Thunder rumbles, sends a tingle along nerves as the charcoal-smeared sky promises action.
Blue-white voltage imprints the retina, veining the vision with darkness.

I wait, body vibrating with every ominous peal, for my heartbeat to match the staccato rhythm of the lightning,
for the trees to bend in the gale, bowing under its might like saplings,
wind howling through the battered leaves like the sound of lost souls.

I remember to breathe, the scent on the air sharp, fresh

the rain is coming.

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