atmospheric activity

 i am sitting under the cover my back porch offers me from the dark clouds that are rumbling their anguish. i can't help but relate my physical tremors to the sky's lament. with no downpour or visible flashes of light, the thunder-ridden sky growls its declaration. 

i understand that sense of an immense inner atmospheric activity—instability and pressure building underneath an exterior that reveals so little. 

we are quite a pair. the sky rumbles, and i quake.

...and moments later, i find myself envious of the sky because it has found release through rain. oh, how i wish my own pressure could find such reprieve.