Storm (July 4th)

Send us Fan MailStormIt’s here, ominous, the sky deepening, the black duskin dark fists of clouds, thickening blindly, overhead. Everything is still, waiting, a great thirst covers the brittle, dry, and empty earth, even the birds have stopped singing, hidden in the forest,seemingly empty of life,and silent in the hushed quiet of a million voices closed,in the futile grasp of leaves, there’s a pressing, a weight of heaviness, the sky pushing, down against a vanquished wind.And the first drops are heavy, a thousand thousand eyelids closing, suddenly, a great flood of summer tears, falling, releasing,fragrances thick and wonderful, until as unbounded as they started, falling, they stop.A split of sky, splinters of light. And rolling thunder,covers the earth with yielding [email protected]