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. 





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