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Forecast of a Confession - Nov. 15, 2020

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 15, 2020
  • 1 min read

I watch you approach the cold mist

that precedes your weighted clouds

lays goose-bumps on my skin

what makes us both jump like strangers

is a sudden lightning strike of laughter

as its thunder rumbles and rolls

I notice a jagged rain

brewing in the distance

that is reflected in your eyes

why do I believe

with whatever’s coming

getting a little wet

is only the beginning?

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