Between the heatwave and the storm.
Is the sultry humid air drenched in water,
unable to hold its moisture
for a second longer.
It's heat now unbearable.

A moment of silence beyond stillness.
In the distance night
the thunder is grumbling
like a faraway avalanche.
drumrolls are miles from here
but coming now.
The darkness shining
with the rain bouncing high
from the pavement.

Electrical discharges
crackle as the air explodes.
Looking out of the window
at a cataract of waterfall torrents.
The buildings of the city distorted
like reflections in a hall of mirrors.

Inside the air conditioner creaking
And groaning at its impossible task.
The thunder is now overhead
Filling the room with odor of ozone
In the streets water flows
in rivers to the
overloaded storm drains.

The coolness after the humid air
is drained feels so wonderful.
The air now pure and purged
like a soul in a state of grace.
I think if I ever have to die
I want it to be in a storm like this.
Naked in the rain
as it washes away my sins.
And my maker
roars his forgiveness.