I know what it’s like

to be wet,

saturated

soaked to the bone and keep walking;

to laugh into the eye of a storm

and feel the electricity through the air-

in fact-

it turns me on.

I have memorized the feeling of grass beneath my

bare feet

and the rough grip of slime and concrete

wrapped tightly around my heart.

My voice is stronger than the howling wind

and is the cool breeze

that undresses lovers skin

through the night’s open window.

When I rain I fucking pour, and I'll drown the sun along

with me.

Wheat fields stretch across the horizon

and drag me above golden rooftops for miles upon miles.

We are dangerous now.