front moving in

i'm in the mood
for wind. a fast
hard wind on
the lips of a cold
front moving in.
i'd love to see
the blue roughage
of clouds,
billowing with
whites and violets,
low and thick with
thunder, laced
in lighting. i'd
like to feel
the first cold
drops of rain
pouring down,
and all of it
with you tucked
in my arms.