Summer storms have come back today.
The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,
Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.
So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.
I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,
That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.
The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water.
Today is my day to survive.