You can smell it in the air <br />long before the pavement darkens <br />with each fat, slow drop. <br />Electricity sparks upon our flesh <br />as the wind gathers pace, <br />throwing lifeless leaves <br />into the hungry current <br />of a night lush with life. <br />Here it comes..... <br />here it is..... <br />awash with copper scents, <br />like blood on your lips, <br />the storm begins. <br />Together, yet somehow alone, <br />we embrace the rain <br />and slowly pull apart. <br /> <br />6/11/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-to-fall/
