The thunderheads cluster in the south--bluster.

Menacing, layers of convection, strata of mist

congregate as if to preach. Ominous steely fingers

up to no good, down to a drowning flood,

reaching outward, onward, to find us unprepared,

Oh, it's you again. Casting over my courage,

my thoughts you have electrified, overcast,

cloudy moods, you steal upon me like a rabid dog,

yapping, yelping, baying, snapping at my feet,

you're no friend of mine, fiend! My well-being

has evaporated into this deluge, this cloudburst

of fear, irrational fear, the worst kind.