Storm
Cicada hiss hot like steam coming off the blacktop
Rain is coming and they feel it deep within their thin shell of protection
The humidity circling around the air
Heavy like an anvil soon to fall from the sky
The world starts to become aware
She knows the thunderous clap
Of energy is to happen soon enough
Time to release that dangerous torrent
Of anguish pelted against the earth
Like gravel flung from squealing tires
The pressure in the back of my nose
Grows heavy and painful
My body aches before it, too, releases
Like the rain bursting from the clouds above
Soon it washes off me quick and slick