The pre storm moisture
Settles on my flesh
As the static intensifies in the air
A low rumble is heard from the North
As I gaze into the night sky
A tormenting haze creeps forward
Covering the last of the glittering stars
A small drop of rain
Touches my damp skin
My flesh is aroused
By the sudden chill the drop produces
as the small circular formation
Traces the impediments on my arm
The faint whisper of wind
Caresses my face
Like the soft touch of an Angel
Reassuring me that life itself
Is the only indulgence meant for me


 
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