Unfinished

We sat outside
watching for the storm
drinking warm beer
and dangling our feet
in the cool, chlorine

The clouds rumbled
and the wind picked up
yet, we remained
sitting
on the smooth, stone deck

I remember
lying on my back
reclining somewhere
between earth
and "sea"

The smell of rain moved in
and the leaves began to
---fall
from their lofty homes
-----scattering--about

We sat like this
You and I
Until the sky cracked with electricity
and we were forced into
safer seats