You can smell it in the air br long before the pavement darkens br with each fat, slow drop. br Electricity sparks upon our flesh br as the wind gathers pace, br throwing lifeless leaves br into the hungry current br of a night lush with life. br Here it comes..... br here it is..... br awash with copper scents, br like blood on your lips, br the storm begins. br Together, yet somehow alone, br we embrace the rain br and slowly pull apart.