The wind is picking up.
The flag across the street is rippling.
Last night a weatherman said a storm was coming.
It’s not here yet.
But soon.
For now, the wind is playing with everything in its path
And the clouds are blowing faster across the sky,
Hiding the blue.
A storm may be coming
But for now
The air is hot,
Skin is sticky,
Rain would feel
Really good.
