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I feel the weather in my stomach;It travels and expands
throughout my lungs.
The atmosphere fills every capillary
of my windswept body
until I only want
to trickle
my insecurities
out of the world
and leave them
to be soaked up
by the parched ground.
A storm is brewing.
I want to drive,
somewhere
(anywhere),
stand in the pouring shower,
face towards the clouds,
eyes closed
and just let go.
I want my teardrops to be one
with the rain soaking my body.