What I See Poem by Jesse Tampa

I see an army of ants running through terrain
I see a dark and cloudy sky, soon to be rain
I feel a pen between my fingers to write
I feel the cool wind moving every tree in sight
I smell the moisture in the air around me
I smell nothing fishy, only rain to be
I taste a wasp floating around to my left
I taste a storm coming through, tasteless
I hear the honking of a horn far off
I hear thunder crashing down hard, not soft