The sky is starting to crack (and I think I like what is behind it)

Today was supposed to be the second
hottest day of summer. The weather app
displayed a current high of one-oh-three.
Chances for rain and then the sky turned dim.

Clouds raced in, followed by the leafs being
chased by the wind, into sky, onto ground,
filling my memory, leaf storm surround,
running, hiding, it's going to get me.

Golden skies are all we need to save us
from everything. Silvery beams shine down
from an overcast welkin. We are bound
in between, waiting for the burning times

to end, waving swords in the air, for rain
heaven sent, fall is finally coming.