Elizabeth

The clouds lie heavy, threatening a storm; The air is electric, waiting, warm. The weathermen promise a shower but strong, But it’s been almost for so long. I feel a near shift inside myself; A mental change or decaying health? I should worry it’s something too bad or too strong, But it’s been almost for so long. You look at me and breathe a sigh; You don’t react when I flutter my eyes. There’s something between us that doesn’t belong, And it’s been almost for so long.