when you see the clouds gathering and smell the distance of rain,
you never anticipate that the sky is going to open up right on top of your house.
bringing the type of rain you can see through and notice that everything beyond the porch is still dry.
then you realize that you're wet,
walking in a constant puddle,
experiencing gusts of wind,
strong enough to push you around but leaving you with the option of falling down.
i saw the clouds,
felt the wind go cold,
heard the low hum of thunder,
and before i could enjoy the deep breath of dusk,
the storm was on my front steps.
gleaming,
showing it's full chest,
the strength of it's lungs,
and the full reach of it's wrath.
i feel it's pulse,
swelling,
growing,
giving,
me time to secure my perimeter.
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