storm
a turquoise shimmer salt and brine ladybugs drift across the dunes a broken fence creaks. the sky darkens as if a blooming bruise across a goose fleshed thigh, the air cools and thickens like a deep breath, the sun's, a last promise as it sinks beneath the clouds, a drop of rain splashes on that same naked thigh as lightning fluoresces across the sky, a crackling heat, a fearful shriek and a laugh, they run, sand kicking away from their heels, the storm has come.