Approaching Thunder

As the sky grows weary and
the slow clouds laden with rain
rumble ever closer to where we
wait for the last bus
unprotected from the coming storm
a brief flash and for a
moment the world is bright in whiteness
and my eyes see desperation perspiring
from your skin and I take the chance
to kiss your fear

©JG Farmer 2016
Form: Decastich

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