you can see it coming the way
in summer you see
storm clouds
rising out of the horizon
no thunder yet no
lightning
yet the smell of ozone
that tells you the storm is inevitable
and we either need to
see cover or get drenched
something like this brews within her
only I have no clear telescope to see
what it is precisely what it is
just the gathering clouds
and the smell of
ozone
and the fear this
storm
might not blow over as easily
as some before have
she even needs to seek protection
or risk being flooded
drowning in a place she previously
thought of safe
our lives are vulnerable to
mother nature's whims
and with only small things
to keep us safe
never adequate enough
no one fully enough
we only have ourselves
and this is what scares us most
we standing alone in a field
as bolts from Zeus tear open the sky
we looking up at the universe
that's so overwhelms us
we tiny against the
backdrop of gods
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