Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Encounter

Maybe it was the fall of the rain
The sound of the drops hitting puddles
The vibrations of rhythmic pattering
That caused the moment to rise
Maybe it was the crack of thunder
The sudden boom as the barrier broke
The flash of white sizzle visualized
That made the skin to get pimply
Maybe it was the crispness of the air
The cool chill of the atmosphere
The brisk cadence that moved among us
That had us at pause
Or maybe it was just us
Thinking so much that we forgot
To say hello
Just maybe

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