Dark clouds drift softly
your scent is in the air.
The wind picks up gently
just like it always does.

I can tell when you come,
I've perfected my ways.
Your aroma,
the clouds,
the sites outside,
I can name every change
just before you fall.

I stand alone
in a field nearby
for and old friend
to come say hi.
I smile as the first drop falls,
now I wait sadly
for the friend to say
good-bye.
 
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