The air, felt obnoxiously heavy,
Making it difficult to breathe
The wind: non-existent
The usual clear blue summer skies
Today turn wildly grey
I could feel a storm
building up somewhere.
There is surely one building up inside me.
Or probably it's just anxiety,
Crawling in once again.
My throat felt wired down with a barb
No breathing in, no breathing out
I want to speak, I need help
But I mouth in the words
And I just choke on them.
Funny how the nature,
Syncs with you at times.
It was awfully quiet,
Even without the winds
I could hear a whisper
Like someone saying-
"Don't you worry,
I'll vent it out for you honey/"
And then came the thunder
And then came the rain
Somehow the sky cleared out,
Somehow, I felt lighter again.
