the trill screech
of a thousand cicadas
is louder
than the fan
that circulates
all the air
around in circles
around me
around my room
somewhere in the night
far off thunder peals
as it rolls
along a remote
and dark horizon
it creeps
along the edge
of a distant storm front
you can almost
hear the relief
expressed by a multitude
of plant, shrubs and trees
they all know
they all herald
the coming
of a brief respite
as the change nears
the air becomes;
moist
damp
muggy
bed sheets become stickier
and clingy
the air becomes;
heavy
as the pressure drops
and
beaded perspiration
now drips
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