The air,

It cools

The light,

It dims

The thunder,

No, It doesn’t roar

Instead,

It howls from afar

Like a coyote in the night,

It’s agitated cries creep over the wind-stricken trees

Then, there is a release,

A painful yowl beyond the horizon

Enriched by the fleeing rain

Memories reform with those mangey clouds

And the ache will keep me up tonight