In July….

It’s a hot sticky summer night
I pull the bed sheets from my body turn and
Open the window allowing the cool breeze and windy rain to soothe me
As the hot and cold crash together
Joining in anger to relieve us of our swelter
I watch the lightning show as my hand lingers on the curtain
It unravels, the storm in its glory
Like our lives before us.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©7/21/17

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