flood weather
Right before a summer storm, there is the sense that the sky has already saturated the earth. The light is cotton-colored, dreamy, seeping and drippy through window screens and blinds. The city takes on a muted, solemn air reminiscent of small churches.
I'm charged and a little raging, but still solemn and expectant. I need to write. Summer storms draw the world near, shrinking it to what little you can hold in your mind when it's saturated with the sizzling background music of a hard rain.