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
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