friday at 5:00 and it’s not enough
that we want to go home, no
mother nature triples our pace
with a fresh-brewed pot of
thunder and lightning
the raindrops are as ripe
as the love i have for you
just about to burst open
into a thunderclap crash of lightning
everyone on the street runs screaming
from the warm wet bath
but i stand alone against the mayhem
and let this love cleanse me free
how free i am to wait
for this downpour
now that the winter is really over
and this season, my season
is finally here


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