And just like that the rain comes. Heavy and prolonged. Then hail. So loud it drowns out everything else,
the rattling old fridge the semi trucks on the highway. All animals fall quiet and still.
And then just again, the sun.
And steam rising.
Sometimes while I’m here I can’t quite believe what I’m breathing. That the air is clean. I have to remind myself to inhale…truly inhale. That it’s ok to do so. In fact, it’s why I’m here. The air feels like cool water down my throat. Like silk lines my lungs. Feathers.