Today’s poem is about something “tentative”. The first thing that popped into mind was a storm that lingers overhead, but hasn’t yet started its downpour.
Roiling clouds, with tempest brewing,
Slung low across the sky.
Windy gusts greeting goosebump flesh,
How long will it stay dry?
Heavens growl; the sun surrenders,
Holding us in such suspense.
Thunderstorms, about to happen,
Scary, strong, and intense.