spectrum in the sky

above the horizon are the darkest gray of thunder bumpers. they threaten to break this heat.

between the looming and the horizon is the color scheme of the sunset; bright orange and yellow licking the bottoms of the clouds in stark contrast to the gloomy aura, as if to foreshadow, possibly, or merely to remind us that we do live in a desert, and rain doesn't last long in the summer.

i hope the heat is broken, personally. it'll fall with the calling of my soul, that i need moisture, and that of stifling humidity. my rain dances occur during, and not before, the downpour.

where the fire-in-the-sky meets its visual enemy of rainclouds, there is a slight tinge of violet, and this is a color scheme that i feel makes up my own being, in whole.

this poetry-in-vision, along with my brother's return from the manly motorcycle trip to montana that he took with my father, are what make me content tonight.

and now the wind is stirring up the leaves of the oak tree.

-d