Atmospheric Pressure

Written after I read "Fire in My Fist"

Crawling along,
The pressure on my shoulders
Lets me know the rain is coming.
So heavy,
The burden on my shoulders.
Thick air settles on my lips and tongue
Tasting droplets of unborn rain.
How many times I have shrunk from
That heavy burden of memory
Only to find that I have unearthed its grave.
I draw my blanket in closer
Finding solitude under heavy worn cotton
And pastel portraits of childhood.
The thunderclap rings thru the air
And the rain falls
As I lay under the ground
Drowning in a summer shower
That erupted from my parent's room.