Woman
Your are my weather
Greeting me with sun
Days
Till white clouds
Gather like sheep
Then dark clouds
Furrow your brow
Thunderheads roll in your face
And your eyes flash lightning bolts
Your words growl thunder at me
I grow agitated
Like animals in a zoo
Running panicked
From the crack and smell of ozone
Until you rain tears
All that is inside comes out
And you greet me with sun
Days
Again
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