It looks like rain is nearing
The clouds are sporting
their heavy with rain eyes
Waiting here,
deciphering what should be handwriting
There’s a nagging lull
encompassing my fingertips
Waiting, watching as our sky turns colors
Gray, fat, fluffy clouds pass our window
while wet creamy custard sidewalks
darken to a wet sandy tan.
Night will overcome us, soon
You’ll be here and rain will bring us close
Rain is waving in torrents
over our humble roof
The air is alive,
as I lay in casual city coffee shop quiet,
listening as gusts of rain sopped leaves and wind sigh at our sky
Hopefully, you’re not too far behind.
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