Thick with Thunder,
The very air threatened to crack
Wide Open at the touch.

The clouds were weighty,
Heavy and Grey,
Looming over the world,
Waiting.

The Taste of Thunder
Was thick in mouths,
Choking down into Throats.

Humid. Wet Air promised
Rain and did not Deliver.
Liminal Space,
Liminal time.
The Moment before The Storm
Breaks.