the wind rattles around
the window,
through the tiny gap of frame and glass.

outside, there’s a storm coming in.

there’s a promise of
rain in the air,
hidden deep under mystery clouds.

cold air winds through
the room,
fighting the warmth of a tiny

(note to self:
seal up the panes with
shut out the cold)

over the horizon,
the storm rolls in.

the rain begins,
and the mystery is washed away,
dissolving into the air.

(next morning,
the sky is clear, flawless blue
without a secret to hide)


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