Coming Rain

Coming Rain

A sudden slit of lightning
Echoes through the sky, dyeing
Violet darkness grey
As a last clear circle narrows
Erased by the rim of the clouds

In this light you’re just
A cipher at the edge of the woods
One hand over the dog
As if to anchor yourself
In the wind

I know I should wonder
Why we’re the only two out here
Why we need this moment
After everyone else
Has run away

The storm so close to breaking
We can hear its shell crack

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memory documentation and manipulation
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