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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