7. Thunderstorms

I don't like this one. :( I just have nothing better. I wrote this at the end of July, but nothing has better has come. So here is number 7. 

Thunderstorm

8/29/11

When the storm is coming

I can feel it in the air.

The breath in my lungs turns sour

With the heat drumming into the day.

The sunlight secretes humidity,

So I require gills to breathe.

It grasps at my hair and pulls it around,

And sticks to my furrowed brow.

And it takes me around the throat,

And forces me to lie still on the earth,

As the anger of Nature fills up the sky

And builds its potential rage.

And then it all falls,

First the pressure, then the rain.

And the wind makes its way

As the thunderstorm breaks.