Evening Walk

The barest hint of deepening grey
Hovers above a black horizon
As gloom of dusk deepens to night.
Warm wet air clings to the skin
As a cool breeze buffets the brow.
Clouds boiling, dark shapes overhead
Like monsters in the air, writhing.
A storm is coming in the dark.

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