The yin and yang of the sky before a storm

Yellow like the low belly of a fire

just struck with a match

lies behind me

Kinetic with electricity 

the winds rush through trees

Felt deep in my joints

A humid smell, sweet wetness 

Bluish grey like hell’s ashes rising to the heavens before me

Thunderous bellows like a ghoul in the night 

Rain clouds bursting

No longer contained 

A past not so far behind me

Possibly how my future lies before me