Expect The Expected

you hear thunder above your window
and all you want is to feel the atmosphere on your skin
and taste its electricity just before the lightning kisses the ground
just after everyone has finally fallen asleep, and you are sure
you will be left alone to breathe in the fresh air
for the first time in weeks, maybe months

and then you'll ruin it all with cigarette smoke
because you tend to fuck beautiful things up that way.