A Storm

Humidity

Like hell on the skin

A storm is coming

Sky turns black

Streaked

With white lightening

Filled

With angry gales.

Frightened

Squawk of seagulls

Abates

And so

The slow wash

Of the water

Lapping up onto the beach

Becomes urgent

This is nothing

To

Worry

About

Though

Storms happen

Because

It is

July

Today

Yesterday

Tomorrow

 

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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