Cold winter rain falls on my
I like to look up when it is pouring
Allowing myself to
Drenched because everything dries
Off eventually right?
It burns my skin
Yet chills my bones.
I love how it makes me feel alive,
My whole body
Shivering to keep me warm.
All the hairs on my body standing up
I protest the protest and giggle.
And it always feels so delicious to get warm After
A good chill.
On to a hot shower and into
A pile of blankets
Until another moment shakes up all of
Continuous moments to marvel.