Storm is a Comin'

Leaves skip across the simmering asphalt as I scurry past taking a second to glance toward the sight of humanity through the wall of glass.  Rolling clouds pour across the darkening sky.  Opening the heavy door, a drop begins to form along my hairline – the heat.

Almost instantly I’m unable to breathe.  Thickness that cannot seem to wrap itself down into my lungs grasps at me.  A strange feeling lingers in my chest as if I’ve inhaled a sponge filled with tiny specs of water.

Storm is a Comin'