there's a storm coming,

the gathering clouds whisper.

there's a storm coming,

the sounds of thunder say.

there's a storm coming,

the dark sky murmurs.

there's a storm coming,

hisses the rain.

there's a storm coming,

mumbles the weeping flowers.

there's a storm coming,

the cast-aside umbrella chides.

there's a storm coming,

moans the strewn carcasses.

there's a storm coming,

giggles the swarming flies.

there's a storm coming,

my black dress sings.

there's a storm coming,

i repeat.

there's a storm coming,

my black dress crackles.

there's a storm coming,

i mutter obediently.

there's a storm coming,

we all say,

there's a storm coming,

there's a storm coming,

there's a storm coming today.

the words feel cold

chanted under our breaths,

uttered quietly like how we pray.