the way the air changes right before it rains, like the world is holding its breath. i wonder if that's how i look to other people, waiting for something to happen. almost afraid to exhale, just in case. That pressure builds, a low hum of anticipation or dread. The exhale finally comes, always a little ragged, a little too late to prevent the downpour. I just wish I could learn to dance in it instead of scrambling for cover.