I shut the wipers and let the rain tesselate over the foggy pane. I saw the reflection of the sky in the cement today, as if I were driving a car through the clouds. Speaking of, the clouds bawled today. I could no longer take being inside during the beauty, so after the sky's 3rd roar, I grabbed my petticoat and fled to the lake, feeling the pelts absorb into my cheeks and neck and hands. Finally, I took off the coat and drank some more, watching the sky collapse on me, channeling its emotions into the sea, quenching the turf's thirst. Lightning illuminated the earth. A bolt would strike wherever he so pleased. The day was grey; I wasn't blue.
Misty air. Fragrant air. Frog families taking to their lily pad colonies. I don't care where I am, where I choose to call home. I call the world home now. This is to live. This is what I've always hoped for-- to finally look upwards, to know the world and all its worth.
