Thunderstorms always make me think of spring.
The weather was warm today, and sitting in the living room
I could smell the approaching rain, the sky turned gray,
and wind started blowing in the windows and through the open glass door,
carrying coolness and that pungent, damp scent with it.
I walked over to the window, and placed my hands on the screen, and inhaled
the mist laden air. For a moment, I remembered
sitting in my stale chemistry classroom that morning,
behind you, breathing in the fragrance of your clean clothes, of you,
and for that moment I thought you might be near.
But it was only the spring breeze,
bringing the thunder and the rain.