Two blankets

The night before it's going to rain
is unique
it's beautiful, wind wisp brown hair
gorgeous dark, clear
tumultuous and un predictable

but always unique
I live my life on the margin of day before rain
and the storm

The storm is great but it's all over so fast
the day before a storm is the infatuation
the build up
the sizing up
just watching you lying there, shuttering eyes
content
with our without me it turns out

But that's the rainstorm
I think about the day before
not the calm before the storm
because I was not surprised

The day before a storm wraps herself up
and is not cold
and if you really love the day before a storm
like i do
you wait with it until time runs out
You'll endure because
you can't be outside when it's raining

Oh my feet were so cold
but inside I was burning up

Time is our most uncaring enemy