Lately I've had a strong urge to get struck by lightning
To just go outside and stand with my arms wide open
Letting the rain wash over me
The sound of thunder soothes me now
As a child I hid from it, covering my ears
Taking cover under tables and closing the curtains
Now I crave that perfect storm
Where I can lie in the dark with the blinds pulled up
Listening to the music that the clouds are making
Slowly, I will get pulled into the abyss of my mind
Finally sinking into the steady rhythm of its heartbeat
Letting the rain sing me to sleep
YOU ARE READING
Open Palms
PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
