Storm In August

Humid already
and every few feet
the robin is jumping
on the fence post
just to keep up.

Closer with every
second, its traveling
fast, and through.
The second wave hot
on the trail of
cloud to ground force
like hell-hounds,
cats and dogs.

I was told I'd have
that 3:30 walk today
no matter how fast
the work goes, out
in the wind that makes
rain fall in diagonal
code, like neon emeralds
falling through the screen,
programmed right down to
the clean scent of air
afterward.