it creeps slowly into the sky. way up above avoiding our eyes. it effects the air and that's how we all become aware. it gets rather heavy and your skin feels as if a film of something substancial has curstied over your fingertips. the humidity all around clings to your tongue and makes it hard to breathe, lungs pumping faster, clouds rolling in. theres going to be a happenin' storm soon and people don't know which way to go. do they stay in the house, lock all the doors. or wander the streets with umbrellas and boots that clothes feet that are soon to be flooded with a gushing of water. people being to quicken their pace, scared of something their not sure they can out race. i hope for the storm to shake the ground and open doors and for blasterous idea to bombard my mind. a pretty little storm untamed and wild, a desirible territory marked with perfect specks until the sun comes out to sweep them away we should not dimiss this rainy day.
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