Thunderstorming

The sky opens up,
a wet cut
spilling it’s warm fluid.
Inside, I watch
the windows fog over,
tracing absent hearts with
melancholy fingertips.

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Shared on dVerse Poets Pub, an online space where poets share their work and support each other. Today’s prompt: the dog days of summer.

18 thoughts on “Thunderstorming

  1. tracing absent hearts with
    melancholy fingertips. wow I love that line… very atmospheric; and great details of the sky… the wet cut, spilling it’s warm fluid. I imagined an almost bodily way of downpour like blood, Brought life to this. very nice.

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  2. Sensual, short, encompassing & noting the humidity, where the heat returns in part to steam; a clean & clever write.

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  3. Rains of Dreams..
    Rains of heArt..
    Reins of Humidity tracing
    Windowing Imagination’s
    Creativity.. Emotions Spiriting
    Dark and Light,,
    Shades
    and Colors
    of in between Souls
    IS what Reigns most
    IN Summer Paned
    Memories
    of Lost
    and
    Found..:)

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