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I can smell the clouds
gathering in the night
before the moon makes
its encore curtain call.
I feel them peek through
my bedroom window,
and traipse across the floor
leaving their damp traces.
Micro dew drops adorn
the tip of each eye lash,
bejewel my skin in a sheen
that glistens in the dark
as they rise through the
ceiling, into nude skies
begging for their raiment.
They grumble their displeasure
and flash in fits of anger
as they threaten and
conspire to bring rain.

M. Zane McClellan

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Jennifer Wells Weekly Weather challenge : Clouds