storm child

storm child

don’t want to chase the rainbows
if it means
i have to suffer though the storm
being lashed by the lightening
and chilled by the wind
furious grays and greens
cloud my direction and
limit my seeing
the promise of another sun
sounds hollow to my ears
as the raindrops pelt my form
soaking me to my skin
i dance in the puddles
and make my bed in the mud


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