summer thunderstorm

Still warm humidity,
prepared leaves
humming bark and suspended roots,
quick feet and slow breeze.
Still, still air running between all negative space.
Protective watching grey duvet clouds
embracing earth.
First drop of rain on pavement, confident and bold, till others follow.
Startled eyelash catching another.
Sweat in pores, jeans stuck to skin.
First frizzy hair, crinkled like broken twanging guitar string.
Warm shaker of water-patters,
low drone bass hum thunder, father figure of weather.
Fickle, thin nervous lightening branching in too many directions,
Shaking ground and high-pitched water through guzzling thirsty gutter.
Streaming maze, cooperative lines down window pane.
Mess of room, sheltered domestic objects,
outside, ancient heavy storm.