OctPoWriMo Poem 26 – Storm

Something strange happens some summer nights
After the children go in for dinner
And the buses slow their schedule
The lake calms and mirrors
A green tint that comes to the fading light
Some weather coming coming in
From the Northwest
It comes faster than you can tip the patio chairs
Or haul the garbage can back into the garage
And the trees whip wildly against the wind
And the air chills suddenly
And the rain comes with a swoosh
And the air smells of water on hot dry cement
Behind it all
The moon rises

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