Proud
clouds
stirred
about the evening sky
wild tigers, heavy
pregnant
with drops
of rain.
Tepid rain
timid rain
lands on my face
tender kisses.
The wind
nips at my ears
…I love wet-windy nights.
The next morning
get out of bed.
Good morning.
Back stiff with chills
cold morning
press my nose against the window
fog it up
my hot breath
looks like yesterday’s sky.
I pop it open..
poke my head
into the wet cold
air burns my nostrils
slides down my throat
my knees buckle
suddenly gotta pee.
Get hooked by the sky’s
Grey glare
She’s still unsettled.
Even after a full night of flushing out.
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