she had the ocean in her eyes.
she held the angry waves of a storm.
it was like staring into the heart of the clouds while they rained down on you.
it was so fierce but it was the rain, the soft blue, that made me want to jump in puddles, holding her hand.
it made me want to hold her under my umbrella & kiss her, just so she knew how much i loved her rain.
"rain is weak," she said.
"& storms are beautiful & strong?"
she nodded, looking right at me.
"but i want to catch droplets on my tongue, not get washed away."
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Inklings
Poetryjust a little collection of flash fictions, one-liners, poetry, & other things i've written over the last few months.
