There was a relief in feeling the storm’s approach.

Air thick with heat,

Sparks laying dormant in the sky.

(Not for much longer)

The grass seems cooler,

Blades thicker, more resilient.

The universe is on edge,

Anticipating the onslaught mother is preparing for us.

The animals, hold their breathe.

The trees, hold their breathe.

The humans, hold their breathe.

A crack in the sky,

A droplet splatters onto concrete,

A booming shakes our very foundation,

A final breath we let out,

She’s arrived.