Scent of a Storm

A coming storm smells so good.
The tumultuous air mixing a sumptuous brew.
At the same moment one can taste afternoon haze and morning dew,
Fresh cut grass, turned compost, damp and rotting wood.

The electricity in the air is tangible.
All of the insects buzzing, crawling, whispering with their wings.
The culmination of all these things is fragile.
The touchable smells of all the activities not only livens my senses,
but makes me want to sing.

composed: 07-01-05