Sometimes the very air conspires,
pressing and pressing
until lightness is merely a dream.
Soon the clouds gather in darkling crowds,
and rain splatters to the earth.
The slate sky battles for an hour –
perhaps a day! –
but time narrows to this stretch,
this desolate, interminable space.
What wondrous sight then
the lightening hinting in the distance
for the clouds disperse betimes the sighting,
and the world breathes easily once again.