From the Porch

It's that time of year again;
it's sort of magic to feel
the energy tingling in the air
as it hangs humid around you.
Even breathing can be slightly more difficult
but it's worth it
to sit out on the safety of your porch
watching the trees shake in the occaisonal breeze
and the bugs dance around the street lights.
Deep in your bones you know
at any moment everything will snap
and break into an explosion
of light and sound and rain.
The dark street illuminated
for split seconds as if the sun had returned
then vanished again like that
slaming the door to the heavens behind
and letting the sky break open and pour out
everything it had held in for so long.