The muggy air
like hot breath
is cracked open
by thunder
and rain slashes the streets
like a tantrum
sudden and unstoppable.
It doesn’t fall from the sky
it is thrown.
Furious and loud
a collision of wetness
and earth.
We run and duck
into a cafe
but part of me wishes
we had stood
beneath the onslaught
and surrendered
shrieking and dripping
to the fullness
of the storm.
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