This heat is under my skin snapping
like crispy grass under my feet,
sending puffs of dirt
swirling into the air,
in golden evening sun,
lingering in the thick atmosphere.
I tingle, electric pricking every pore
as clouds stack in the distance
growing darker, rumbling, waiting
until the wind picks up,
sweeping them forward
jolts of lightning across the sky
flashing, pulsing with my
goosebumps as the rain falls.
Great verbs in this poem, and all of the short “i” sounds have a certain electricity!
The use of hard “c”, “ck,” and “k” sounds mimic the cracking of thunder and lightning really well. They increase the sense of danger for the speaker in the storm. I agree with Nancy about the short “i” sounds, too. Title is excellent as the speaker is bursting with the “heat snapping”.