in love with a storm
the feeling of raindrops
the smell of heavy skies
the warm water-laden breeze
remind me of home
the dark earth smell
and clear cut water
make me want to bottle up
the grey skies
and save them for when the sunshine
is too much
If I could capture the scent of
the raindrops
falling in my hair
I think maybe
I could be happy forever
this desire to simultaneously
curl up in a corner daydreaming
and chase the open air
letting the drops streak
my face
is the simplicity
I long for.