The friendly storm

The air cools soon after noon the breeze picks up it’s coming soon

The dark clouds hide the scorching sun quieting the cicadas song

The tourist search in anticipation somewhere to flee the expected maelstrom

While the locals want much-needed relief from the searing of the summer’s heat

There is no shortage of little pubs to escape the coming squall

It comes through as a raging thing the sky is dark save the lightning

Suddenly those who once were strangers find comfort in a common location

Arbitrary conversation slowly evolves into boisterous laughter all through the walls

In 20 minutes the storm quiets down but hey I guess we’ll stick around one or two more a paradox after all I’ve got a comfortable spot

At first they ran for shelter in fear into a place unfamiliar

But now a room full of friends for years how many friendships has the storm spawned here

Who ever thought this little hole could be so very comfortable