the monochrome sky

differing shades of grey
accented by that crisp smell.

there's that tell-tale tingle
of knowing it's about to begin.

you stand there waiting
for the imminent deluge

to be enveloped by its entirety
to be crushed by its totality

to be caressed.
every inch of skin. tracing its way down
eyelids to lips
icy kisses down your back

waiting

to be free.