Monsoon Season by magda n-w
It’s torrential and I have never found myself Hidden sweet between the pages of a good book on a hot sun day or in the lyrics of slow sung song but here at the slid door with just loose enough a latch here at the edge of the world where the wetness on the pane pools at my fingertip, pressed I am cool and it is blood warm drowning rain, duck-perfect rain to fill your lungs with rain to fix your soul Rain to wash in, dig your toes to root walk heavy stepped through sodden grass