Watching The Storm

There’s something about an approaching storm.
The wind, the smell, the trees bending in preparation.
I become stuck, knowing any one tree will never bend
in that exact way again, I try storing as much of the
moment as I can, and while doing so the storm becomes
closer. I can hear thunder and see the lightening.
I can feel everything. There’s something about watching it all.

-M. Taggart