Blustery palms
thump the light
on its way out.
With no vast blue sky to contend with,
clouds blacken up,
imply threat
even as they stock up on moisture.
A brief color show
and the horizon packs it in.
The ocean is on edge.
Where it once looked for comfort
is now thunder’s pressure cooker.
The stars get barely a look in.
The moon is MIA.
Folks barricade themselves in
as best they can.
The storm is yet to burst
but it’s full of itself already.
