it smells like
rain. see how the curl of blue
clouds
rises
in the north.
that ragged streak
of lighting
in the distance, feel
that slight chill in the air,
see how
the leaves turn up
awaiting
the wetness that will
fall.
let's sit here on the porch
and watch it come.
let's wait for rain,
together,
anything I do with you,
can be fun.
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