Crickets Before A Storm

Cribit, Cribit,
Whoosh!
Blown back green hair.
Cribit, Cribit - Listen. Hear.
Gathering building
Silent Menace
Cribit, Cribit - She's coming near.
Cool refreshing, forgetting...
Cribit, Cribit - She breaths.
Ssss....rustling, shaking
Cribit, Cribit! - The coming sheaths!
Sudden climax! And all is still.
...Ghostly echoes...
...Cribit, Cribit...
And it pours.