I sit with my body bundled

In a t-shirt of blues, the rain

Crashing against windows

Wiping away leaves.

It's humid, my mind heating

Slowly with a slew of thoughts,

To keep concentration gradients

Constant in the gathering storm.

Another monsoon night

In the middle of summer, and

I'm simply not ready. Turn

The music on a little louder,

Bass beating against thunder

In the mismatched harmony

Of my typical Sunday evening.