you know you've
lived here long
enough
when you can feel
a storm
coming from an hour
away
the tingling on the
surface of your
skin
the smell of warm rain
& the thick air
pleading
for the removal of clothing

I used to be terrified
of tornado season
but I realize we're a lot
alike
we throw tantrums
often
& they tend to be bright
loud
& sometimes destructive

the sky is a glowing
charcoal
of pure fury

I could watch it all day