So when it rains on my soul,

As it seems to do every day now,

Instead of running for cover

Hiding under the blankets,

I run headlong into the storm

Absorbing moisture

Inhaling precipitation

At least I'm not parched,

Or thirsty for that matter.

06/04/2008

Author's Note: ... with a special thanks to my friend Alison McKensie...

Posted on 06/04/2008
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