A storm is gathering on a sultry summer day.
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It was your idea to take a walk
In the still sultriness of that summer afternoon;
Your words that drew me;
Your eyes that compelled me
Although we both read the meaning
In the boiling, swirling sea of the sky,
Shifting shoals and yellow-flecked
Banks of an inexorable indigo tide.
*
I thought I saw a flicker
From the corner of my eye,
And the distant faded hills obscured
As misted waves rolled in.
But the air around was stultifying;
Words and thoughts drowning
Without expression
In weird greenish light.
*
Suddenly, a sharp cold breath
Lifted the heads of tired trees ahead.
In a moment it was all around us
In hair-whipping, eye-stinging gasps,
Stirring the dust into tingling eddies,
Loosening tenuous leaves
And freeing them to soar aimlessly
Above the thirsty city.
*
I wanted to grab the fluttering edges
Of my insubstantial clothing;
Grasp it securely against the voyeuristic wind.
But you …
You tried to seize my hands
And run with abandon towards the approaching torrent,
Your face alight.
*
As the whole world crashed and split apart
I pressed myself into a shallow doorway,
Watched you in wonder
And thought – Is this how it will always be?
Me, cringing into an almost imaginary shelter.
You, head thrown back,
Drinking in the rain.
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