The Wind Comes In

And tells my nose that there’s rain on the way.

I sit in my window seat, thankful I remembered to unlock the latch.

My knees are against my chest and I’m staring out, hand out, waiting for the first drops.

The winds are strong this time of year.

Perhaps if I ask, the great gust from the north will carry my kiss to you.

Please let me know if you get it.

XO