Forecast of a Confession - Nov. 15, 2020

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?