Another Season

Warm and humidapproaching storm
Sensing the first storm of the season
Cradling your lips with mine
While rain falls like whisper
And trickle of water into my ear
With gusts both erratic and passionate

The erratic becomes a hesitation
The passion a strike of lightening
Followed by a long low rumble
Not a moan
Not a shiver
Not even a calm
Rather a …
passing of the storm

There is forecast of a sudden chill
And the front moves on
For an unknown reason
In the moment of some-other

Another Season

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