Wet, wet, wet

The calm before the break

A building electricity in the air

The howling wind is restless

Like a predator pacing a cage

Barely contained

It waits

Biding its time before

It finally strikes

The clouds are

Gathering 'round
Encircling with

An iron grip

The smell of rain

Permeates everything

A storm is gathering

Needless to say, I got wet cycling home...