Rainy Day Angel

Dark mysterious wraiths
took over the sky.
Humidity is crawling
through the air
and climbing up my arms,
curling my hair.
A ghost-like mist
swirls around in the atmosphere,
clouding my vision.
This little suburban neighborhood
looks like a rainforest,
and the birds chirping
somewhere in the distance
are the only thing I hear
besides the rolling of thunder;
angels bowling. An angel
is hear, but for what? I wonder.
I feel her on the tips of my fingers,
twirling my hair. But really? where
is she? She is everywhere. She is the angel
of summer.