Stormy
I belong in the storm.
I belong in the wind sleeting down my face.
My feet should be cold and wet
in frivolous sandals.
I belong where the tulips dip their heads
beneath each drop.
And the humans never bow their heads
to the weather.
©2001-05-08
MSKing, hermitism.com
I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain. I wish it would rain.

