It Arrives
I hear the crackle and feel the boom,
light flashes and I can see
your stormy eyes staring seductively.
The aroma of virga fills the air;
A gust pushes chimes, they surrender.
The storm is coming.
The first drop wets a blade of grass,
erect, ready to accept the warmth
of summer's shower.
Everything feels intense now:
the vibrating thunder, throbbing lighting, and dripping rain.
The storm has came.