The Storm
Light dims to green-gray
Dark maw swallows us whole
To emerge blinking in sunlight
Distant rumbles perk our ears
Frustrated thunder chases us
Kicking through puddles with bare feet
Moisture weights the air
Wiping away the old
Asphalt steams
As hair and branches whip
Leaning on doorposts
Breeze drying damp skin
Fat raindrops on lips
Smugly tasting victory
As sun kisses mouth