I took this photo with my phone at about 5am, facing west, with the sun rising behind me. The sky had a soft, muted appearance, but the air was thick and humid, and thunder rumbled periodically. There was a heavy sense of foreboding, as if something ominous was about to happen. Even the birds seemed to sense it, and were noisily astir. As the thunder kept rolling, I wrote this poem.
*I first posted this snapshot poem on my Facebook page a couple of weeks’ ago, and thought I’d add it to my website.