5 minutes to rain

black cloud to the west
it's about to spill as i pull
into work. begun
in the car, i finish
these notes
at the door, breathless

1)moonlight sonata
2)streets from your skin
3)let the bodies hit the floor

the trees move
in the wind before
the storm like my veins
when i'm in your arms but
i try not to think
about that.