Heat Storm

You watch them roll in,
clouds from oblivion. 

Murky grays with hints
of black matter all 
strung about like 
cotton. 

The lightning sparks
momentarily. 
You wait for
the thunder to
rumble in 
your ear. 

But like all clever 
things in
this world,
eventually they 
just fall
silent. 

They know,
the world 
always
listens 
with its
eyes. 

B.

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