April

The wind blows cold icy air in my face with the clouds streaming down rain like tears.  
Very fitting for April.
You remind me of it.  
Someone so hot and humid, I can feel the clouds storming in.  
You tease me but behind those words are the truth so lightly lined I could barely tell.  
Do you genuinely think that of me or do you want me to ignite a reaction out of me?  
Enough for lighting to spark-- 
Your eyes are so confusing along with that smile.  
The month of April is a warning for what's to come, is that warning you or what I should be afraid of?