58. Afternoon storm 

Falling leaves herald the coming of the storm.

The scent of rain brings a crisp freshness to the busy afternoon air.

I look up and I see you standing at your window.
Do you see me?
Will you even recognize me now?

Has it been too long since we last danced in the rain?

©Brindology 2015

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