weather

I stood on my balcony
In next to nothing
Letting the hot unpredictable wind throw my hair around.
The air smelled of rain on asphalt
Yet the pavement below was still dry.
The wind picked up
And I could hear
Materials
Crashing around a nearby construction site.
The sky lit up
With razors of light.
I knew I should go inside
But I couldn’t.
I didn’t want to miss this feeling.
I wanted to take my chances.
Everything was moving, in a warm fluid.
It was natural and alive.