Before The Lighting Strikes

The storm left you shivering,

hair clumped and heavy headed,

slumped against my doorway

leaving dark spots.

Still clumsy with your hands

you kept them in your pockets.

A promise not to reach for me

despite the rain driving you,

to seek out home.

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