SQUALL

SQUALL

oh these brutal
summer storms

full-on squalls
hot you full
on 360

whack you full frontal
stop you
dead
in your tracks

just a couple of hours ago
there you were
sweltering under
a cloudless sky

the Sun flash frying you
like you were getting
toasted
in a Bunsen burner

and now the rain hitting so hard
the hail big as golf balls
the weather
seeming so up
to shit

you wonder if the great powers
who should know
so much better
haven’t conspired or
contrived to
drop
the big one

every really big one
and all the others
no matter
how small
the size

summon a squall
enough
for us all