When you feel it rattling in your bones
When you sense its sound waves crashing on your horizon –
That makes your ears pop and ring until the next crack
That makes you instinctively shudder –
Where you cannot count until the gunshot’s arrival
Where your heart stops and the rhythms do not interfere.
Written in August 2018: The weather has long fascinated me; while I used to cry during thunderstorms I now sigh with excitement at each flash and crack. I wrote this poem today when the sky was making more noise and shedding water more fervently than I had ever heard or seen.