Signals

I am powerless against the coming of the storm

I wait it out from the comfort of my home

I am safe here.

Still,

I press my face against a crack in the window

Close my eyes as the mist and breeze remind my face

Just how much I’ve missed the rain


Hurricane warnings silence my longing

I’ve been thinking about you lately.

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