Wetness

I love the smell after a good rain.
A rare moment where nothing else is real except your senses going wild.
This flavor lingers in the pocket where a nasal passage empties into its next vast opening.
Stepping outside i feel refreshed. Earth's showers clear my mind and remind me of home, youth, and what it means to ponder.
I don't like the cold. This sweet bliss is laced in its chills. I want the warmth of my sun, but i stand alone.
o too much sun makes me irritated.
Each droplet of liquid releases reality, yet heat carries it away. Don't dry up my existence i plee, feed me more tears that imitate this smile. Thanks for the water that fills these celled walls. plant.
Grounded and lively i go nowhere. Thou i sway slightly as the wind catches my reach. I reach for more, yet i have everything i need. Right here.
I crave the wetness, for that is what i am made of.