Familiar order

There is comfort to be found in familiar things.  Like a regular plain old summer thunderstorm coming on gradually and moving on gradually.  Best of all, my weather brain moves with it.  It seems from here I can move on to more adventurous things, with my toes anchored in the familiar.

Now this

This

Is like summer thunderstorms

The way I remember them.

Distant rumble,

Sky gradually darker,

The patter

Of gentle rain.

This is the progression

Of things

In familiar order.

I am at home

In my chair.

I will go to the Clinic

In an hour,

Like every Monday.

The storm

Will have moved on.

The rumble

At a different distance

Already grows fainter.

The sky becomes

Lighter and lighter.

Eventually the sun

Will appear.

This is the way

I remember.

Line-up

More weather.  Maybe this year I am paying attention in a different way.  Could be.  Still... it seems that I have seen more ominous weather this summer.  It feels like way more than simple rain, a normal summer thunderstorm.

The rain and winds arrive suddenly,

Then suddenly

Again.

I watch the weather

Line up in the west

The clouds like football players

Roiling in patterns

Fancy footwork

Only determined by some coach

Somewhere.

This happens every summer

He says

But me

I do not remember a summer

Like this one.

This is not the usual line-up

Of clouds

To the west.

If it happens every summer

Like this

I must have been asleep

Before.