Darkening gray skies,
thunder gurgling in the distance,
cracking whips of light
sporadically decorate the clouds.
Gentle chill of frosty damp droplets
caress exposed skin of cheeks and hands.
Not cold enough for mittens,
not warm enough for sandals—
the harmonious in-between.
Drops frantically pound down with increased pace,
thunder growls louder and begs to be heard—
the storm is here,
right where it is wanted.