An open window reveals
a chilling breeze; yep,
it’s cold outside.
The air chaps
lips and hands;
rough to touch.
The familiar
smell of precipitation
precedes a tear drop.
The downpour smears
a salty message;
notions of ill intent
dripping from the paper.
Write Now and Later 
3 responses to “Moisture”
<3 the imagery
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Thank you. :)
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This made me remember when I went out into the cold this morning. Great post.
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