There’s a storm churning. It’s been churning for a few days.
They have been bickering more. He is so tired and I think he is scared. I feel upside down when I feel what he feels; the edges are dizzy, muffled.
Heat lightning tonight.
A pause, then pounding thunder -
The thing is still brewing, the wind blowing,
But no rain yet.
I think about the forest fires
And human moods reflecting nature’s swelling
And I go out to turn off the lights in the trees
Huge forks of lightning above
We’re in a heat wave
All this burning it’s transforming and a lot of it scares me
It’s raining finally
I’m watching the rain fall in droplets into the pool water
And I feel like the ripples are waving, telling me goodbye
“The rain is so welcome, it is so wonderful” his words curve downward at their ends. He looks so tired. He asks me if I remember how to lock the door.