Storm
Day 16
Electricity woven into murky clouds
needles threaded
white light
sewn to Earth
She sat on the curb
The summer heat
Surrenders to rainfall
The umbrella sits limply
on her shoulders
legs stretched out
Smoke from the cigarette
Flows out then expunged
A muted gray
She sighs
Picks up her book
Letting the day go
Looks like it's going to be another fun day in the pod. This summer has gone by so quick and I know that im harping. For what it's worth, I thought it went pretty well. Didn't get to do very much camping because our state spiked mid July. But still, it could have been worse