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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