Summer Heat
Thunder in the distance
That smell of dirt in the air
As a Summer storm
Is Brewing
Hot, humid, sticky…
A smell of ozone as
Lightning flashes
That feeling of anticipation
Waiting…
Watching…
With skin tingling
Ready for the Release
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
Jun 19, 2013 @ 05:16:23
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Jun 19, 2013 @ 05:58:46
Thanks for reblogging today’s poem.
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Jun 22, 2013 @ 18:59:35
I love this feeling. 🙂 Beautiful poem!
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Jun 22, 2013 @ 19:08:21
Thanks Stephanie … in Texas this is pretty much the norm for Summer! Thanks for stopping by & reading my poetry!
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Jun 22, 2013 @ 19:25:30
My pleasure. 😉
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Jun 23, 2013 @ 06:33:19
Here when a storm builds up (as in your poem) we get the sweet relief from the thickness in the air. I like the sensory images in this piece.
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Jun 23, 2013 @ 06:34:52
Thank you … we have been in a horrible drought for years … any rain is appreciated much more now
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