A poem about the last light before a storm breaks

[2026]

the sky goes the color of a bruise
before it goes the color of nothing at all

somewhere a screen door slams itself shut
like it already knows

dogs go quiet first
then the wind picks up their silence and carries it

Wrote this watching a storm roll in over the coast a few weeks back. There's something about that specific window right before it hits, the light going strange and everything animal going still, that I wanted to try and capture without overexplaining it

[RandyOrton]

The line about the wind picking up the dogs' silence and carrying it is such a strange and perfect way to describe that pre storm quiet

[Phil80]

Sky going the color of a bruise before nothing at all is such an evocative progression, really sets the tone immediately