Oh!

Nightingale layered through my brain and I knew I had found Something.

Ugress is brain music for the sodden, leaden wet breathless char of a hot afternoon at its peak just before a thunderstorm.

That's the technical term.

I don't have an icon for it spreading dark dendritic it's a string of consonants changed and gargled liquid vowels. I don't have images or words, only feelings I rush to catch up with, stuttering, staggering, fumbling for nouns.