5.2.22 // Storms Roll In

I've seen storms roll in.
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The dark clouds covering the tops of the mountains like the blankets cast lazily on the bed we woke up in this morning.
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The rain-sprinkled air warms with humidity, like clouds floating by on invisible strings.
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The form of a rainbow takes shape as the darkness dissipates but the rain lingers.
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But, weather exists entirely on her own.
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Whether we woke up together in our shared bed, whether we noticed the humanity bringing curls to our hair, whether we stopped to appreciate the rainbow with her daring colors.
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Whether or not.