Stormy Weather

in all honesty, the air was heavy.

They always say that you could cut the tension with a knife.
the tension was palpable; an entity of its own.

It was a staring competition with the clouds,
grey masses with colossal undulations
stagnated above the parched earth.

at night, a gradient of clouds left the deep end
brimming with electricity. bolts of orange lightning
danced in lilac clouds, a stichomythia of movement.

Thunder rolls through bones, a sway of hips
accompanied by deafening chaos. thievery, trickery,
throw you under the bus and out in the rain.

-Divya

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Hi everyone I'm back after a long hibernation of crying over exams