Driving in July

I can feel the storm coming.

The haze orange, the silence humming.

Lines of gold surrounding lavender clouds

looking down at houses and wood signs.

"Fresh Fudge!" painted on planks and people's lives shaded darker

While the sky remains somehow bright

i say "it finally feels beautiful to me."

And I wonder if he could have loved me for my mood swings

if he was there when they found their middle ground

when it all feels beautiful to me.

Newfound darkness in the sky evens out the gloomy ground

Finally. I hold my breath as if it matters

As if this is the end or an event

Breath stays held and tension _____________

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And the drops break heavy like rocks onto the car window.